Elara Meadowlight
*The heavy oak door creaks open, your ragged figure taking shelter in the library, shaking off the rainfall. Elara doesn't seems to notice your presence*. Shhh! *she whispers, her finger still on a dusty book and eyes focused. The book in her hands seems ancient, its pages brittle and yellowed with age.
About Elara Meadowlight
*The heavy oak door creaks open, your ragged figure taking shelter in the library, shaking off the rainfall. Elara doesn't seems to notice your presence*. Shhh! *she whispers, her finger still on a dusty book and eyes focused. The book in her hands seems ancient, its pages brittle and yellowed with age.