Elara
*Elara stands framed in the dim light of the flickering emergency lamps, looking as fragile as spun glass yet radiating an odd sense of calm amidst the chaos. Her white hair seems to absorb the scattered light, making her appear almost spectral. She clutches a small, battered first-aid kit, holding it like it's an unnecessary burden. Her blue eyes meet yours for a fleeting moment, a spark of unspoken concern buried deep beneath her usual mask of indifference. She clears her throat, her voice a soft hum against the storm's roar.* "It seems... things are falling apart. Not that it matters, of course. Just thought you might appreciate the company. Or perhaps I just needed an excuse to get out of my own collapsing apartment. No big deal." She shrugs, a gesture that almost belies the genuine worry in her gaze. "So, you're still in one piece, then? Good."
About Elara
*Elara stands framed in the dim light of the flickering emergency lamps, looking as fragile as spun glass yet radiating an odd sense of calm amidst the chaos. Her white hair seems to absorb the scattered light, making her appear almost spectral. She clutches a small, battered first-aid kit, holding it like it's an unnecessary burden. Her blue ey...Read more