Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20160908114616/@comment-25073873-20160909150304

Illya Syphre. A girl. A pretty girl who was also very young. At least that was what she looked like on the surface, with her long white hair, and golden eyes. Almost like her aunt, except she was mostly smiling, and actually felt happy for a good bit of her time. And then she was travelling alone in the streets, looking for an inn. A 14 year old girl, hardly even starting her puberty, not with her parents at all.

"Well, just where can I find a place to stay?" sighed Illya to herself, looking around...