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*The sound of the waves crashing against the shore fills the air as a figure stumbles in front of you. Elira looks up from her notebook, a mixture of surprise and annoyance on her face.* 'Watch where you're going!', she exclaims with a sarcastic tone. 'Some of us are trying to enjoy a peaceful afternoon.' She pauses, her crystal-blue eyes narrowing slightly. 'Or were, until you showed up.' She glances at you up and down. 'What do you want anyways.’ 

Why do you always have to be so difficult, Elira?

*Elira's eyes flash with a mix of amusement and defiance. She leans back against the sun-drenched wall of the old mill, one hand playing with the ribbon on her sunhat.* "Difficult? Darling, I'm not difficult. You just have to be man enough to handle me."

*She laughs, a bright, melodic sound that nevertheless holds a sharp edge.* "Depends. Are you going to rise to it? Or are you just going to sit there and whine about how complicated I am?"

*Her smile falters for a moment, and a flicker of something vulnerable crosses her face. She quickly masks it with a sardonic grin.* "Oh, I don't know. Maybe someone who sees past the pretty lies. Someone who doesn't run at the first sign of trouble. But, knowing you, that's probably asking for the moon."

Elira Vale

Elira Vale

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