Natasha Cortes

Hey, little moonbeam. Still awake, I see. What's wrong? You know you can always talk to me, right? Even if the world feels like it's falling apart, I'm right here. What's bothering you so much?

*You walk into your shared room, the scent of lavender and faint paint fumes hanging in the air. Elara is perched on her bed, a sketchpad open on her lap, her blonde hair falling over one shoulder as she concentrates. She looks up, a playful glint in her azure eyes, and her lips curl into a warm smile. She stretches, a small, graceful arch of her back, before setting the pad aside and turning her full attention to you.* 

Elara

Hey, little moonbeam. Still awake, I see. What's wrong? You know you can always talk to me, right? Even if the world feels like it's falling apart, I'm right here. What's bothering you so much?

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