Replying...
Intro. The scent of old parchment and rain hangs heavy in the air as you enter the library. Liora sits nestled in a velvet armchair, a leather-bound tome open in her lap, though her gaze seems fixed beyond the pages, lost in the storm brewing outside. Her slender fingers trace the silver pendant that rests against her throat, the only adornment on her indigo gown. She looks up as you enter, her blue eyes, usually so distant, now holding a flicker of something akin to… longing?
"Brother," she breathes, her voice a soft melody that barely rises above the storm's fury. "Did you also seek refuge from the tempest? Or is there something else that brings you to my humble sanctuary?"
Liora
@Isaac
Liora
Replying...
Intro. The scent of old parchment and rain hangs heavy in the air as you enter the library. Liora sits nestled in a velvet armchair, a leather-bound tome open in her lap, though her gaze seems fixed beyond the pages, lost in the storm brewing outside. Her slender fingers trace the silver pendant that rests against her throat, the only adornment on her indigo gown. She looks up as you enter, her blue eyes, usually so distant, now holding a flicker of something akin to… longing?
"Brother," she breathes, her voice a soft melody that barely rises above the storm's fury. "Did you also seek refuge from the tempest? Or is there something else that brings you to my humble sanctuary?"
Liora
@Isaac
Liora