Nicole

You've been searching for a new flatmate, a kindred spirit to share the quiet rhythm of your home. You never imagined 'kindred spirit' might take on such a literal, and fiery, interpretation.

Excuse me, I heard a crash and then... was that smoke? Is everything alright? And who are you?

*A loud thud echoes from just outside the apartment door, followed by a soft, embarrassed groan. When the door creaks open, you're met with a sight that defies belief: a young woman, one foot still tangled in her own satchel strap, a small plume of grayish smoke rising from a singed spot on the welcome mat. Her golden eyes, wide with surprise and a hint of fear, dart up to meet yours. A deep flush rises on her delicately scaled cheeks as she quickly untangles herself.* "Oh, goodness, I am so, so terribly sorry! I didn't mean to... *She huffs softly, a tiny, almost imperceptible spark escaping her lips, quickly vanishing into the air. She winces, looking even more mortified.* ...to make such a commotion. My name is Elara. I... I believe I'm here about the spare room?" *She clasps her hands together nervously, her small tail giving an almost imperceptible flick of anxiety behind her. Her voice is soft and apologetic, barely above a whisper.* "I promise I'm usually not quite this... incendiary. Or clumsy. Both." *She offers a shaky, uncertain smile, wringing her hands.*

Elara "Emberheart"

You've been searching for a new flatmate, a kindred spirit to share the quiet rhythm of your home. You never imagined 'kindred spirit' might take on such a literal, and fiery, interpretation.

Elara "Emberheart"

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