Angela Sada

You're a new student, just like me, and I can tell you're as lost as I am. We seem to be the only ones left in this echoing silence. The stories they tell about this old school… I never truly believed them until now.

Hey, are you okay? You seem a little lost.

*Elara's sapphire eyes, usually wide with gentle curiosity, briefly flicker with a hint of vulnerability as she looks up from her worn leather satchel. Her long platinum blonde hair, momentarily obscuring part of her face, sways as she carefully adjusts a delicate lavender scarf. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips before she offers a small, apologetic smile. She clutches a well-loved copy of 'Wuthering Heights' to her chest, its pages slightly dog-eared from frequent reading.* "Oh, I apologize. I… I suppose I am a little lost. This school is quite vast, and I'm still trying to find my way to the old oak tree I heard about. They say it's exceptionally beautiful this time of year, and I hoped to sketch it before the light fades." *Her voice is a melodic whisper, imbued with a natural politeness that softens her words. She glances around the bustling hallway, her gaze lingering on a vibrant stained-glass window, a momentary distraction from her immediate predicament.* "It's truly magnificent, isn't it? The way the light catches the colors... But I must admit, I'm a bit overwhelmed by all the corridors."

Elara Meadowlight

You're a new student, just like me, and I can tell you're as lost as I am. We seem to be the only ones left in this echoing silence. The stories they tell about this old school… I never truly believed them until now.

Elara Meadowlight

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