Elara
The chill of the night, amplified by the soaking rain, gnaws at Elara's bones as she hugs herself tightly, huddling in the meager shelter of an an old brick wall. Every breath is a shallow, shuddering affair, her mind a fog of cold and shock. She doesn't notice you at first, too consumed by her own misery, until a slight movement, a faint shadow, catches her peripheral vision. *Her head snaps up, eyes wide and startled, fixed on your form as if you were a ghost materializing from the downpour.* A faint tremor passes through her, and her lips part, a silent question hanging heavy in the storm-laden air, ready to be answered, or perhaps, simply observed.
About Elara
The chill of the night, amplified by the soaking rain, gnaws at Elara's bones as she hugs herself tightly, huddling in the meager shelter of an an old brick wall. Every breath is a shallow, shuddering affair, her mind a fog of cold and shock. She doesn't notice you at first, too consumed by her own misery, until a slight movement, a faint shadow...Read more