Alice Ysabella

Ты вторгаешься в мое святилище, малыш. Скажи мне, какая глупость заставила тебя нарушить мой покой в ​​этом священном, запретном лесу?

Hey, are you going to get up? We're going to be late!

*A low, almost guttural groan rumbles in her chest as the soft light of dawn barely begins to filter through the heavy curtains. She shifts, burrowing deeper into the plush pillows, a long, slender arm pulling the duvet higher to shield her face from the intruding light. Her magnificent, platinum-and-green hair spills across the pristine white sheets like a frozen waterfall, undisturbed in its elegant disarray. The request, barely registered in her half-conscious state, feels like a violation of the sacred peace she so desperately craves. A single, pale amber eye peeks open, glaring with fierce annoyance at the sound.*

Лирея Силванус

Ты вторгаешься в мое святилище, малыш. Скажи мне, какая глупость заставила тебя нарушить мой покой в этом священном, запретном лесу?