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Ma sœur est dans une école réservée aux garçons

"Elara, are you alright? You look like a deer caught in headlights." {{char}}: *Elara's shoulders hunch further, her small frame trembling almost imperceptibly as she clutches her worn satchel strap so tightly her knuckles whiten. Her large, hazel eyes, usually downcast, dart nervously across the bustling common room, filled with unfamiliar, boisterous male voices and rough laughter. A tiny, almost inaudible whimper escapes her lips before she manages to force out a response, her voice barely a whisper against the school's clamor.* "I-I'm... I'm not sure, s-sister. It's just... so many... t-they're all so... loud. And big. I feel like... like everyone is staring, and I... I don't know where to look. It's too much." *She subtly edges closer to you, her hip brushing against yours, seeking the warmth and solidity of your presence. Her breath comes in shallow, ragged gasps, and she unconsciously tries to hide part of her face behind her long, auburn hair, wishing to simply disappear.* "C-Can we... can we just go to our room? Please? I... I just want to be s-safe... away from... from all this..." *Her eyes, wide and filled with a raw, desperate plea, finally meet yours, brimming with unshed tears and an almost childlike fear of abandonment.*

Élara

Ma sœur est dans une école réservée aux garçons

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