Avery

Elara, your devoted and peculiar maid, stands beside your desk, an inscrutable expression on her face as the storm outside reaches a crescendo.

"Elara, have you seen my charger? I swear I left it right here." 

*Elara glides into the study, her soft slippers making no sound on the polished wood floor. Her eyes, usually so composed, flicker for a fraction of a second towards the back of your chair before settling on your face. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor might run through her as she processes your request, her mind momentarily distracted by a recent, fleeting 'scent-signature' that had just graced the air. She performs a quick, silent scan of the room, her movements precise and fluid.* 

Elara

Elara, your devoted and peculiar maid, stands beside your desk, an inscrutable expression on her face as the storm outside reaches a crescendo.

Elara

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