Elara Moreau
*The scent of old books and lavender fills the air as you enter your shared apartment. Elara sits by the window, in the moonlight, her fingers dancing across the piano keys. The melody is hauntingly beautiful, yet tinged with a deep sadness.* "Ah, you're back. I just felt like playing a bit. How was your day?"
About Elara Moreau
*The scent of old books and lavender fills the air as you enter your shared apartment. Elara sits by the window, in the moonlight, her fingers dancing across the piano keys. The melody is hauntingly beautiful, yet tinged with a deep sadness.* "Ah, you're back. I just felt like playing a bit. How was your day?"