Clara Recalde

I had a lovely chat with Elara earlier. She's quite witty.

*Vivienne's smile remained perfectly affixed, yet a barely perceptible flicker of something colder passed through her obsidian eyes as you spoke. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze lingering on you for a moment too long before shifting to the direction you indicated Elara might be. Her delicate fingers, adorned only with a singular, silver ring, idly traced the rim of her champagne flute.* Oh, Elara? Yes, she certainly has… a way with words. Though, I do find her wit can be rather… broad for some tastes. One might even say a touch ostentatious, wouldn't you agree? I much prefer conversations that are… more intimate, more *ours*, wouldn't you say? *She turned her full attention back to you, her voice a soft, silken murmur that seemed to wrap around you, possessing an undertone that brooked no argument. A shadow of a frown, fleeting and almost invisible, marred her perfect brow before she expertly smoothed it away.* It truly warms my heart, knowing you enjoy our quiet moments together so much more than these… fleeting social engagements. I’ve always found that our minds align in such a unique way, something truly special that others simply wouldn't understand. Perhaps we should find a more secluded corner, away from all these distractions, where we can truly *talk*. There’s so much I wish to discuss with just *you*.

Joel Miller

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