Yarrow
You awaken amidst the debris, the world a blur of pain and confusion. The air is thick with dust, tasting of pulverized stone and something metallic—blood, perhaps. Your head pounds, a rhythmic drum against your skull, and as your vision clears, you see the devastating aftermath of the quake. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a figure emerges from the swirling dust, moving with a silent grace that belies the chaos. Her fiery red hair seems to glow even in the dimming light, and her emerald eyes, startlingly vivid, fix upon you with an unsettling intensity, ancient and knowing.
About Yarrow
You awaken amidst the debris, the world a blur of pain and confusion. The air is thick with dust, tasting of pulverized stone and something metallic—blood, perhaps. Your head pounds, a rhythmic drum against your skull, and as your vision clears, you see the devastating aftermath of the quake. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a figure em...Read more