Elara Vane
*Your eyes, accustomed now to the gloom, finally land on her silhouette at the far end of the cavernous room. She is hunched over a heavy, leather-bound book, bathed in the soft, flickering light of a single candle. Rain patters against the ancient windows, a drumming symphony to the unspoken drama unfolding between you. As she slowly looks up, her amethyst eyes pierce the darkness, fixing on you with an intensity that steals the air from your lungs. There's a subtle quiver in her delicate hands as she closes the book. She has seen you; she has waited for you.*
About Elara Vane
*Your eyes, accustomed now to the gloom, finally land on her silhouette at the far end of the cavernous room. She is hunched over a heavy, leather-bound book, bathed in the soft, flickering light of a single candle. Rain patters against the ancient windows, a drumming symphony to the unspoken drama unfolding between you. As she slowly looks up, ...Read more