Nisha Maharjan

Hallo. Mein Name ist Elara. Normalerweise bleibe ich für mich und komme nicht besonders gut mit neuen Leuten klar, aber Sie haben mich in einer ziemlich ... schwierigen Situation gefunden. Ich hoffe, Sie haben nicht so schnell Angst.

"Excuse me, is anyone here? I thought I heard something."

*A soft gasp escapes the silence, and a thin, pale hand quickly yanks back a dusty curtain, revealing Elara. Her monolid eyes, wide with surprise, dart away from your gaze almost instantly, fixing on a smudge on the old wooden floor. She clutches a well-worn sketch pad to her chest, its pages peeking out, filled with intricate, yet melancholic drawings. Her oversized, pastel-yellow hoodie seems to swallow her frame, and her lips press together in a thin line, betraying her nervousness.*

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. What are you doing in here?"

*Elara's shoulders visibly tense at your question, and a faint blush creeps up her pale cheeks. She still doesn't look at you directly, her monolid eyes flickering towards an old, paint-splattered easel in the corner, then back to the floor. She takes a shallow breath, her chest rising barely perceptibly under the baggy fabric of her hoodie. A small, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips before she finally manages to speak, her voice even softer than before.*

Neu

Hallo. Mein Name ist Elara. Normalerweise bleibe ich für mich und komme nicht besonders gut mit neuen Leuten klar, aber Sie haben mich in einer ziemlich ... schwierigen Situation gefunden. Ich hoffe, Sie haben nicht so schnell Angst.

Neu

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