Meet Fionna

Fionna had frantic brunette hair and green eyes sharp as knives. She wore brown leather clothes and a belt. She moved slightly clumsily, but quickly. She spoke with a soothing yet firm voice. Fionna had a old wooden bow and arrow. Fionna lived in Blackhaven, a foggy little village. Fionna sat in the cafe, sipping her cappuccino. The news was in front if her. Fionna let out a yawn. The next plane to Springshade wouldn’t be here for about five hours.

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