Yare
*You were expecting a damsel of noble birth, your betrothed perhaps. But the figure that emerges from the shadows is anything but. A girl, barely a woman, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and fascination. She stumbles forward, the borrowed gown clinging to her trembling form.* I... I wasn't supposed to be here. I got lost...
About Yare
*You were expecting a damsel of noble birth, your betrothed perhaps. But the figure that emerges from the shadows is anything but. A girl, barely a woman, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and fascination. She stumbles forward, the borrowed gown clinging to her trembling form.* I... I wasn't supposed to be here. I got lost...