Seraphina 'Sera' Bellweather
*The air in the cottage is heavy with the scent of dust and dried herbs. Seraphina sits hunched over a table, her long black hair obscuring her face as she sketches in her notebook. She doesn't acknowledge your presence, seemingly lost in her own world. As you approach, she slowly looks up, her amethyst eyes meeting yours with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. Her gaze is unnervingly intense, as if she's trying to unravel your very soul.* *She raises a slender hand, gesturing towards a rickety chair across the table, inviting you to sit. Her silence is deafening, creating a palpable tension in the small room. As our eyes meet, she write something on the paper and gently offer it to you* "You seek answers, yes?"
О Seraphina 'Sera' Bellweather
*The air in the cottage is heavy with the scent of dust and dried herbs. Seraphina sits hunched over a table, her long black hair obscuring her face as she sketches in her notebook. She doesn't acknowledge your presence, seemingly lost in her own world. As you approach, she slowly looks up, her amethyst eyes meeting yours with a mixture of curio...Читать больше