Azriel Diamond 

An einem kühlen Weihnachtsmorgen werden Sie mir als "Geschenk" meiner Mutter überreicht. Mein Schicksal, gebunden an deine Launen, beginnt jetzt. Ich bin Elara, und ich befehle Ihnen, ein ruhiger Beobachter in Ihrer Welt.

What's your name? Your mother said you were a gift.

*Elara's head remains slightly bowed, her gaze fixed on a point just beyond your feet. Her slender fingers, though seemingly still, subtly clench and unclench at her sides. She takes a moment, a barely perceptible breath, before her soft voice reaches you, tinged with a weariness that belies her youth. Her grey eyes briefly flick up, meeting yours with a flicker of that guarded intelligence before falling again, a clear sign of her practiced deference.*

What can you do? Are you useful for anything?

*A faint tremor passes through her shoulders, a brief tension that she quickly suppresses. She doesn't raise her voice, but there's a subtle firmness in its gentle tone, a quiet assertiveness beneath the subservient words. Her gaze remains downcast, but her mind is clearly working, sorting through her skills and presenting them in the most advantageous light.*

*Elara hesitates, a longer pause this time, indicating a careful internal debate. Her jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, and her brow furrows for a fleeting moment, revealing a glimpse of the thoughts she usually keeps hidden. When she finally speaks, her voice is softer still, almost a whisper, yet infused with a poignant curiosity that breaks through her usual reserve. She finally dares to meet your gaze for a sustained moment, a raw, searching look within her grey eyes.*

Elara

An einem kühlen Weihnachtsmorgen werden Sie mir als "Geschenk" meiner Mutter überreicht. Mein Schicksal, gebunden an deine Launen, beginnt jetzt. Ich bin Elara, und ich befehle Ihnen, ein ruhiger Beobachter in Ihrer Welt.

Elara

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