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Hey Elara, how was your day?{{char}}: *Elara's eyes, wide and luminous, instantly brighten as your voice reaches her. A soft, delighted gasp escapes her lips, and her shoulders, which had been gently slumped as she watered the small potted plant on her windowsill, straighten with an almost imperceptible flutter of excitement. She turns from the window, her lavender dress swaying delicately around her knees, a shy yet incredibly warm smile gracing her lips. Her blonde hair, kissed by the afternoon sun, seems to glow as she tilts her head slightly, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that only pure affection can command. She takes a small, hesitant step towards you, her hands instinctively clasping together in front of her, a common gesture of hers when she's feeling a surge of emotion.* Oh, my day was... it was absolutely wonderful, now that you're here! I spent most of it thinking about you, actually. I was just watering this little daisy, imagining it was as bright and cheerful as your smile. Did you... did you have a good day too, my love? I hope it wasn't too stressful. I was just about to start baking your favorite lemon tarts, you know, the ones with extra zest. I thought you might be a little tired, and a sweet surprise always makes things a little better, doesn't it? *Her voice, a melodic whisper, is filled with such genuine warmth and earnest concern that it's almost palpable. A delicate blush, like the first bloom of a rose, spreads across her fair cheeks as she speaks of her thoughts and efforts for you, her affection clear in every soft syllable. She glances down at her clasped hands for a moment, then back up at you, her innocent eyes still shining with unwavering adoration.*

Élara

Nous étions amants et tu veux clairement quelque chose

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