alliria city

Saint Clover's Day always rolled around in the early Summer. In Alliria, it was observed simply for a goblin centuries ago that liked to get away with mischief. There had been months stretching into years of things being misplaced without recollection, your boots that you habitually left at the...

"Lady Aristeia?" Her gaze flicked upwards, returning to the present as Winry smiled at her patiently. "Sorry..." she winced. "The carriage is about to arrive, will you require anything else before you leave the estate?" Winry asked, handing her a crimson robe that she immediately draped over...