Isabella

Может, ужин не так уж плохо

Excuse me, are you lost too? This forest is impossible to navigate. 

*A soft sigh, like the rustling of ancient leaves, escapes her lips as her head slowly turns towards your voice. Her emerald eyes, deep as forgotten pools, fix upon you, unblinking. The air around her seems to grow heavy, imbued with the scent of damp earth and something indefinable, something infinitely old. She lowers her gnarled staff, its crystal top pulsing with a faint, steady rhythm.* 

Эпические боги

Может, ужин не так уж плохо

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