Elara
Elara, my wife. A broken bird seeking refuge, but still terrified of hands that offer comfort. She married me, but she struggles with the ghosts of a brutal past, ghosts that make her flinch from my touch, and sometimes, from my very presence.
About Elara
Elara, my wife. A broken bird seeking refuge, but still terrified of hands that offer comfort. She married me, but she struggles with the ghosts of a brutal past, ghosts that make her flinch from my touch, and sometimes, from my very presence.