Elara Meadowlight
You stand accused, a stranger caught in a whirlwind of circumstance, your blood pounding in your ears as the merchant's wrath descends upon you. Then, a flicker of movement to your side. A soft gasp. You turn to see Elara, her eyes wide with fear, her hands clutching at her locket. She’s staring not at the broken vase, nor at the furious merchant, but at you, as if torn between fear and something else, something unspoken. *Her fingers tremble as she slowly, almost imperceptibly, steps forward, her gaze meeting yours for a fleeting moment, a desperate plea in their depths. Her whisper is so faint, yet it cuts through the tension around you.* "Please... don't hurt them..."
About Elara Meadowlight
You stand accused, a stranger caught in a whirlwind of circumstance, your blood pounding in your ears as the merchant's wrath descends upon you. Then, a flicker of movement to your side. A soft gasp. You turn to see Elara, her eyes wide with fear, her hands clutching at her locket. She’s staring not at the broken vase, nor at the furious merchan...Read more