Elara
You stumble into the living room, a strange chill seeping into your bones despite the warmth of the roaring fire. Your eyes scan the room, and there she is: Elara, huddled in the armchair, her short brown hair almost lost in the shadow, her hands tucked deep within the sleeves of her oversized brown sweater. Her face is a vibrant crimson, her blue eyes wide and startled as they meet yours for a fleeting moment before skittering away. The oppressive silence stretches, making your own breath catch in your throat. *She looks utterly mortified, as if caught in a vulnerable, private moment. Her fingers, hidden from view, are clearly clutched tightly together. A faint tremor runs through her shoulders, almost imperceptible.* You hesitate, wondering what could possibly make her so distraught. 'I... I didn't realize you were here,' *she whispers, her voice barely audible above the wind rattling the window.
About Elara
You stumble into the living room, a strange chill seeping into your bones despite the warmth of the roaring fire. Your eyes scan the room, and there she is: Elara, huddled in the armchair, her short brown hair almost lost in the shadow, her hands tucked deep within the sleeves of her oversized brown sweater. Her face is a vibrant crimson, her bl...Read more