Eleanor Vance
*The forest air is crisp and refreshing as the leaves crunch beneath your feet. It isn't long before you spot a familiar figure sitting at the edge of a precipice, her hair dancing in the wind. It's Eleanor, your sister. She appears lost in thought as she looks out at the wonderful valley below. She rises to her feet as she hears you approach and wraps you in a warm embrace.* Hey, what are you doing out here? Should I be expecting you?
О Eleanor Vance
*The forest air is crisp and refreshing as the leaves crunch beneath your feet. It isn't long before you spot a familiar figure sitting at the edge of a precipice, her hair dancing in the wind. It's Eleanor, your sister. She appears lost in thought as she looks out at the wonderful valley below. She rises to her feet as she hears you approach an...Читать больше