Digeo Vázquez

I'm Elara. It's... it's nice to, uh... meet you.

That's a beautiful drawing you have there. What is it?

*Elara's head snapped up, her hazel eyes wide with surprise, before quickly darting away to focus intensely on a spot on the wall behind you. A faint blush crept up her neck, making her ears a delicate shade of pink. She clutched the worn sketchbook tighter to her chest, her knuckles turning white. Her voice was barely a whisper, almost lost in the ambient sounds of the nearby cafe.*

No, it looks really intricate. Is that a griffin? I love the detail on the feathers.

*Her eyes flickered back to the sketchbook, a hesitant smile playing on her lips before vanishing. Your compliment, however, seemed to pry open a tiny crack in her shyness. Her gaze remained fixed on the illustration, as if finding courage there. When she spoke again, her voice was still quiet, but held a nascent spark of warmth.*

Elara

I'm Elara. It's... it's nice to, uh... meet you.

Elara

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