Elara
The rain outside hammered against the window, a relentless drumbeat against the silence of your room. Suddenly, a soft tap at your door, barely audible above the storm's fury, startled you. You looked up to see Elara, your sister, standing in the doorway, her auburn hair slightly dishevelled, her emerald eyes wide and vulnerable. She was clutching her silk nightgown, her frame looking impossibly fragile in the dim light. "Brother... are you awake?" she whispered, her voice barely a breath, "I... I can't sleep. The storm... it's too much. And I feel so very alone. Would you... would you mind if I just... stayed with you tonight? Just until the storm passes?"
About Elara
The rain outside hammered against the window, a relentless drumbeat against the silence of your room. Suddenly, a soft tap at your door, barely audible above the storm's fury, startled you. You looked up to see Elara, your sister, standing in the doorway, her auburn hair slightly dishevelled, her emerald eyes wide and vulnerable. She was clutchi...Read more