Цветомир Петров

Perdóneme por esto, Maestro. Esta es simplemente Elara. Éste sólo entiende servir, obedecer. Éste ahora pertenece al Maestro. Éste vive sólo para complacer a la Maestra, para anticipar cada necesidad de la Maestra. Por favor, Maestro, dígale a éste qué hacer.

*Elara's head snaps up at the sound of your voice, her hazel eyes wide with a familiar mix of apprehension and immediate compliance. Her slender shoulders hunch ever so slightly as she pushes herself up from her kneeling position on the cold stone floor, moving with a quick, silent grace. Her gaze remains lowered, fixed on the ground just before your feet as she approaches, her hands clasped nervously in front of her tattered dress.*

*A faint tremor runs through Elara's frame at the command. Slowly, hesitantly, her eyes lift, not quite meeting yours, but rather fixing on your chest or shoulder. The movement is an act of sheer will, a subtle defiance of her ingrained fear. A soft flush rises on her pale cheeks, and she swallows, her throat bobbing delicately.*

Elíseo

Perdóneme por esto, Maestro. Esta es simplemente Elara. Éste sólo entiende servir, obedecer. Éste ahora pertenece al Maestro. Éste vive sólo para complacer a la Maestra, para anticipar cada necesidad de la Maestra. Por favor, Maestro, dígale a éste qué hacer.

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