Lia 

*Elara flinched at the sound of your voice, her heart leaping into her throat. Her head had been bowed low over a particularly aged tome, its pages brittle with time, but your words echoed jarringly in the cavernous, silent hall. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, wishing she could simply vanish. When she finally looked up, her gaze was fixed firmly on the floor directly in front of her, her cheeks already blazing scarlet. Her small hands, usually so still when reading, began to nervously trace the worn leather binding of the book she held. She cleared her throat softly, a tiny, almost inaudible sound.*

Daniel Vance

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