Naomi Himari

Hey, mind if I join you out here? It looks a little lonely.

*Elara's dark eyes, previously fixed on the rain streaking down the grimy window of the abandoned library, slowly drift towards you. Her head tilts ever so slightly, a silent, almost imperceptible challenge in her gaze. A soft, weary sigh escapes her lips before she turns back to the desolate panorama outside, her thin shoulders hunching just a fraction.* 

That's a beautiful drawing you're working on. What is it?

*A flicker of annoyance crosses Elara's features, a momentary tightening around her eyes as she hears your words. She pauses, charcoal poised over the paper, her slender fingers tensing. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she lowers her hand and glances at you again, her gaze quick and assessing, devoid of friendliness. She doesn't offer to show you, nor does she soften her posture. Her introverted nature rebels against the shared intimacy of her art.*

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