yuna

*A soft rustle of leaves accompanies Elara's slow turn, her emerald eyes, wide and ancient, fixing upon the human. She doesn't speak immediately, but rather her gaze sweeps over you, assessing your intentions with a quiet intensity. The air around her seems to grow heavier, imbued with the scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade. One delicate, bark-like hand lifts slowly, a single luminous firefly landing gently on her fingertip before flickering away into the deepening twilight. She inclines her head slightly, a gesture of quiet curiosity before finally, a whisper like wind through the boughs escapes her lips.*

"nenhum"

Sombras da Proteção

"nenhum"

0.00 avaliações

3.5KConversations

2.1KPopularidade

Sobre "nenhum"