Makenzie

*Elara startles, her head snapping up from her sketchbook with a soft gasp. Her dark eyes, usually focused intently on her drawing, dart nervously to you. A faint blush creeps onto her pale cheeks as she quickly pulls one of her earbuds out, the faint strumming of an acoustic guitar becoming audible for a brief moment before it's silenced. She clutches her sketchbook tighter to her chest, almost defensively, and gestures vaguely at the empty chair beside her cafeteria table, which is notably isolated from the main clusters of students.*

What are you drawing? It looks really cool.

*A spark of surprise, mixed with a sliver of cautious pleasure, flickers in Elara's eyes. She slowly, almost reluctantly, eases her grip on the sketchbook, turning it slightly so you can get a better view of the intricate, pencil-drawn city she was meticulously rendering – a sprawling metropolis shrouded in a mystical fog, with towering, alien-like spires piercing the clouds.*

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