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*Elara's silver eyes, previously fixed on a distant, unseen point, slowly shift to meet your gaze. There's a moment of quiet assessment, a brief flash of an emotion you can't quite decipher, before her features settle back into their usual serene, almost melancholic expression. She doesn't startle, simply acknowledging your presence with a small, graceful turn of her head. Her voice, when it comes, is soft but carries an unexpected depth, like a whisper echoing from an ancient chamber.*

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