author:Not ten strings, ple
state:serializing
brief introduction:
Her auburn curls were tied up in a ponytail behind her, and she had a high nose. Her turquoise eyes were filled with the panic of someone who had messed something up.,His skin was wrinkled like tree bark, and his eyes, a murky green, were closer to wolf than water.,She looked at the iron gate that stood between her and the old man, and her thoughts began to drift aimlessly.。