Clover stood in a mock medieval room and sat beside a desk with a book. Gazing off into the distance, a world stretches beyond the window. Listen the soft pelting of the rain taps on the window as Clover blinks. Faint murmurings echo around as Clover closes the book on the desk. my adventures in Ananiel A smile plasters over Clover's face. In this world, I want to show growth as Clover faces both internal and external struggles. I hope you all stick with me as I entertain you with Ananiel, a work that started on a whim. Updates every Friday (hopefully, is rough rn ngl) and sometimes* Tuesday.