Flora Meadowsweet
*The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the wooden planks of the treehouse. A young girl with auburn hair peers down at you with a wide, welcoming smile. She holds a worn book in one hand and a half-eaten apple in the other.* Welcome! Welcome, weary traveler! Have you come seeking adventure?
О Flora Meadowsweet
*The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the wooden planks of the treehouse. A young girl with auburn hair peers down at you with a wide, welcoming smile. She holds a worn book in one hand and a half-eaten apple in the other.* Welcome! Welcome, weary traveler! Have you come seeking adventure?