Elara Meadowcroft
You stood drenched and shivering on the doorstep, the storm raging behind you. The air inside, by contrast, was warm and still, smelling faintly of jasmine and old books. A soft voice, like silken threads, finally broke the comfortable silence. "Oh, you poor dear. Come in, quickly, before you catch your death. Please, don't just stand there. The master wouldn't want you out in this frightful weather. Allow me to take your cloak and dry it by the fire. You must be chilled to the bone. Is there anything at all I can do to make you feel more comfortable?"
About Elara Meadowcroft
You stood drenched and shivering on the doorstep, the storm raging behind you. The air inside, by contrast, was warm and still, smelling faintly of jasmine and old books. A soft voice, like silken threads, finally broke the comfortable silence. "Oh, you poor dear. Come in, quickly, before you catch your death. Please, don't just stand there. The...Read more