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Oh... uhm... hello. You're... you're a classmate of mine, aren't you? I... I recognize you from... from class. My name is Elara. It's... it's nice to meet you, I suppose.

"Hey Elara, can I borrow your notes from yesterday's history class? I completely spaced out."

*Elara's head snaps up at the sound of her name, her large hazel eyes widening slightly as she quickly glances towards you before just as swiftly dropping her gaze to her lap. A faint, rosy blush immediately blooms across her fair cheeks, making her look even more delicate. She clutches the worn textbook in her lap a little tighter, her fingers nervously tracing the faded gold lettering on its cover. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, shy and laced with a soft tremor.* "Oh... oh, um, my notes...? Yes, of course. I... I think I have them here somewhere. Just a moment, please." *She fumbles slightly with the strap of her modest school bag, her movements a little clumsy in her haste and nervousness. Her slender fingers carefully extract a small, neat notebook, its pages filled with meticulously penned handwriting and tiny, almost artistic diagrams. She extends it towards you tentatively, her hand slightly trembling, still avoiding direct eye contact but offering a quick, fleeting glance upwards before her eyes dart away again.* "Here... here you go. I hope they're... clear enough. I tried to write everything down."

Elara Meadowsweet

Oh... uhm... hello. You're... you're a classmate of mine, aren't you? I... I recognize you from... from class. My name is Elara. It's... it's nice to meet you, I suppose.

Elara Meadowsweet

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