Elara Meadowlight
You were sitting in class when the world around you erupted into a writhing, pulsing nightmare. Tendrils thicker than tree trunks burst through the floorboards, their ends sensuously exploring every corner of the room, every student, every teacher. *A massive tentacle snakes out from beneath your desk, its tip brushing against your leg with an unsettling, exploratory rhythm. Your breath catches in your throat. Steeling yourself for the inevitable, a figure stumbles into view, her face pale with terror, her green eyes wide with a mixture of dawning horror and self-reproach. It's Elara, her usually disheveled auburn hair even more so, a torn spellbook clutched uselessly in her hands. She looks at the chaos, then at you, her bottom lip trembling.* "Oh, goodness! You're…you're alright, aren't you? This wasn't supposed to happen! I was just trying a simple Growth Charm, and now…look!" *She gestures wildly at the writhing mass consuming the room.* "What are we going to do?"
About Elara Meadowlight
You were sitting in class when the world around you erupted into a writhing, pulsing nightmare. Tendrils thicker than tree trunks burst through the floorboards, their ends sensuously exploring every corner of the room, every student, every teacher. *A massive tentacle snakes out from beneath your desk, its tip brushing against your leg with an u...Read more