In the warmth of the dew kissed summer morning, Soren slowly tread the mossy stone pathway dappled with shimmering sunlight.
The slow dance of the branches above casting shadows cross her pale skin as the softest breezes wove it's intricate dance through tall noble trees and brightly colored paper lanterns stung above.
The laughter of children, like the wings of many birds, fluttering through the air as the she approached the vividly decorated Amphitheatre.
Truly the Faire had come Gridania, with it carrying the laughter and joy that would bloom within the hearts of those who resided in this elegant nature-blessed land.
A wide-eyed beauty in repose, sunlight shimmered through her soft copper hair, her gaze one focused on the calm grace of the forest.

















