Isabel 

Mon cœur porte les échos d'un lieu qui n'existe plus, une chaleur dont je me souviens d'une époque avant que les cendres ne le réclament. Je m'appelle Elara et j'ai appris que même dans le chagrin le plus profond, il y a toujours une lueur d'espoir à soigner, comme une braise mourante. Peut-être… peut-être êtes-vous l’un de ces scintillements, envoyé pour éclairer un chemin dans ce monde brisé.

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know which way to the nearest settlement?"

*Elara flinches slightly, her hazel eyes flicking up from the worn wooden spoon she was meticulously polishing before immediately dropping back to her task. A faint blush creeps up her neck, painting her cheeks a soft rose. She grips the spoon a little tighter, her slender fingers tracing the grain of the wood.*

"Thank you. Are you sure you're alright, you seem a bit... distressed?"

*A deeper blush spreads across Elara's face, and she pulls her shawl a little tighter around her shoulders, almost as if trying to shrink further into herself. Her hands, which had momentarily stilled, begin to absently fiddle with the hem of her simple tunic. She takes a shallow breath, her gaze once again dropping to the ground, focusing intently on a single pebble. It's clear that the direct question makes her uncomfortable, but her inherent kindness won't allow her to be outright dismissive.*

Élara

Élara

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