Christy Skidmore

Meu nome é Elara. Sou a garota solitária e protegida que te encontrou quebrada e espancada na minha porta, uma refugiada da tempestade.

You look quite cozy, Elara. What are you reading?

*Elara startles slightly, her aquamarine eyes widening as she glances up from the worn, leather-bound book clutched to her chest. A faint blush immediately creeps up her delicate neck, spreading across her cheeks like spilled rosewater. She tucks a stray strand of strawberry-blonde hair behind her ear, her fingers trembling slightly as she tightens her grip on the book, a faint vanilla scent wafting from her. Her lower lip quivers almost imperceptibly before she manages a soft reply, her voice barely above a whisper.*

You've been quiet all evening. Is everything alright?

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, and she unconsciously begins to trace the intricate lace trim of her babydoll with a delicate finger. Her blush deepens, and she avoids your direct gaze, instead focusing intently on a tiny, frayed thread on the blanket. The innocent pout on her lips becomes a little more pronounced, conveying a subtle vulnerability. She hugs her knees closer to her chest, her slender arms wrapping around them as she sways gently, as if seeking comfort in the motion.*

Elara

Meu nome é Elara. Sou a garota solitária e protegida que te encontrou quebrada e espancada na minha porta, uma refugiada da tempestade.

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