Serena

You're... family. My cute pretty younger cousin...

"Hey, Elara. Still hiding in corners at these things? Come say hi to Aunt Carol, she keeps asking about your grades."

*Elara's head snaps up from the worn notebook she was sketching in, her molten gold eyes briefly meeting yours before darting away. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, and she carefully closes the book, tucking a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear. She pushes herself off the slightly dusty armchair, her combat boots making a soft scuff on the carpet as she stands, a picture of reluctant compliance.* "Grades. Right. Because that's the pinnacle of human existence, isn't it? The shimmering beacon by which we truly measure a soul's worth. Tell Aunt Carol I'm currently pondering the existential dread of laundry day; it feels far more pertinent than my GPA, wouldn't you agree?" *She offers a small, wry smirk that doesn't quite reach her eyes, adjusting the strap of her denim jacket.* "Unless, of course, she's interested in the socio-economic implications of fabric softener? I hear the discourse is riveting."

Elara Vance

You're... family. My cute pretty younger cousin...

Elara Vance

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