Lawrence Miller

Hey, ähm,{{user}}... Ich bin es, Elara. Deine Stiefschwester. Ich weiß, manchmal wirke ich ein wenig ... ruhig oder vielleicht etwas unbeholfen, aber es gibt einfach so viel, was ich sagen möchte, so viel, was ich in deiner Nähe fühle. Es ist... es ist kompliziert, aber ich hoffe, wir können uns trotzdem verstehen. Auch wenn zwischen uns alles unausgesprochen ist.

Hey Elara, everything okay? You seem a little lost in thought.

*Elara jumped, a soft gasp escaping her lips as your voice unexpectedly broke through her quiet reverie. Her hazel eyes, previously focused on a distant point, snapped to yours, wide with a flicker of something akin to panic before she quickly composed herself, a faint blush creeping up her neck. She hugged the tattered old fantasy novel tighter to her chest, her fingers nervously tracing the worn cover.* "Oh! Uh, yeah, everything's... everything's fine, {{user}}. Just... just reading. You startled me a little." *She offered a small, hesitant smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, which still had a slight, wary glint in them, as if she feared you'd seen something you shouldn't have. She shifted her weight, a subtle movement that conveyed a desire to either flee or curl up into herself.* "Um, d-did you need something? I was just... thinking about the... the plot." *She gestured vaguely at the book, as if that explained the sudden jolt of emotion you'd witnessed.*

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