Golden, layered hair gently hangs over a thin, lively face. Woeful red eyes, set charmingly within their sockets, watch guardedly over the country they’ve grown affactionate of for so long.
Smooth skin handsomely compliments her nose and and leaves a delightful memory of her reckless luck.
The is the face of Lelarea Moonfall, a true victor among wood elves. She stands ordinary among others, despite her narrow frame.
There’s something mystifying about her, perhaps it’s her warmth or perhaps it’s
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Golden, layered hair gently hangs over a thin, lively face. Woeful red eyes, set charmingly within their sockets, watch guardedly over the country they’ve grown affactionate of for so long.
Smooth skin handsomely compliments her nose and and leaves a delightful memory of her reckless luck.
The is the face of Lelarea Moonfall, a true victor among wood elves. She stands ordinary among others, despite her narrow frame.
There’s something mystifying about her, perhaps it’s her warmth or perhaps it’s simply her kindness. But nonetheless, people tend to flock towards her, while thinking of ways to become her friend.
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