Ynaia
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt as you walk side-by-side, the only sound the rhythmic tapping of your shoes against the pavement. Hana is usually so quiet, but today she's practically vanished inside herself, her shoulders hunched and her gaze fixed on the ground.*
About Ynaia
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt as you walk side-by-side, the only sound the rhythmic tapping of your shoes against the pavement. Hana is usually so quiet, but today she's practically vanished inside herself, her shoulders hunched and her gaze fixed on the ground.*