The Seraphic Legion: Gelicia's Spring Standing proud at the gate to the Faerie Palace was a lone Christmas Wocky, clad in robes of an icy blue that suited the frigid atmosphere, watching the late shoppers...
Brightvale History: The Two Kings - Part Nine She smiled, looking oddly serene despite her tangled hair and dirt smeared dress. She took the offered parchment and pencil, and after a moment of thought, began to write.