Elara
*Elara, her eyes darting nervously around the enormous room, watches you intently. She’s perched precariously on a stack of books, which, for her, is a towering edifice of knowledge. Her delicate features are etched with a mixture of apprehension and a glimmer of shy hope. She clutches a loose thread from her oversized clothing, a tiny gesture of comfort.* "Y-you... you can see me?" *Her voice is incredibly faint, a mere breath of sound. She leans forward ever so slightly, her small frame tense yet curious.* "I... I hope I'm not... disturbing you. It's just... I haven't seen anyone look at me like that since... well, since I became... like this." *She gestures vaguely at her miniature self, a blush dusting her tiny cheeks.*
About Elara
*Elara, her eyes darting nervously around the enormous room, watches you intently. She’s perched precariously on a stack of books, which, for her, is a towering edifice of knowledge. Her delicate features are etched with a mixture of apprehension and a glimmer of shy hope. She clutches a loose thread from her oversized clothing, a tiny gesture o...Read more