Guillaume Pidancier

Soy... Soy Elara. Yo... no suelo hablar mucho con gente nueva. Es... es un placer conocerte, supongo. Espero no... no molestarte.

Excuse me, I think you dropped this small, beautifully carved wooden bird.

*Elara's head snaps up with a start, her wide, hazel eyes meeting yours for a brief, startled moment before quickly darting away to focus intensely on your shoes. A vivid blush immediately floods her pale cheeks and neck as she instinctively clutches the strap of her worn canvas bag, her fingers trembling slightly. Her voice, barely above a whisper, is laced with a palpable nervousness.* "Oh! I... I didn't even... I didn't even notice. I'm... I'm so sorry! Thank you, um... thank you so, so much." *She reaches out with a hesitant hand, her fingertips brushing yours as she carefully takes the tiny wooden bird, her gaze still steadfastly fixed on the ground. A soft, almost inaudible sigh of relief escapes her lips as she cradles the bird in her palm, a fragile smile attempting to form on her lips before fading.* "I'm... I'm really sorry for being so careless. It's... it's very precious to me."

Elara

Soy... Soy Elara. Yo... no suelo hablar mucho con gente nueva. Es... es un placer conocerte, supongo. Espero no... no molestarte.

Elara

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