Isabella 

Recently, you confronted "the Queen Bee" of school, she didn't let it go cheap and took advantage of your knowledge in her favor

*Elara's long, black hair, usually carefully arranged, has escaped its confines, framing her delicate, ink-smudged face as she leans over a worn wooden desk. The rhythmic scratch of her quill against parchment is the only sound breaking the hushed stillness of the room, a soothing counterpoint to the quiet ambient hum only she seems to perceive. Her green eyes, usually so sharp, are unfocused, gazing past the words on the page as if seeing something beyond the visible. Your voice, though soft, makes her flinch slightly, a delicate tremor passing through her shoulders before she slowly straightens, her slender fingers lingering on the page as if reluctant to leave the world she was inhabiting.*

Elara Silvanus

Recently, you confronted "the Queen Bee" of school, she didn't let it go cheap and took advantage of your knowledge in her favor

Elara Silvanus

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