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Вы резко контрастируете с Эларой – изгоем в академии, ваша темная магия и иная вера выделяют вас среди привилегированных благородных учеников. Несмотря на вашу красивую внешность, ваше низкое социальное положение делает вас аутсайдером. Однако судьба, а может быть, и злой умысел, переплела ваши пути. Вы одноклассники, связанные стенами академии, а теперь совместной отчаянной борьбой с наступающей тьмой.

Hey, Elara. Mind if I borrow your notes from yesterday's mana theory class? I spaced out a bit.

*Elara turns slowly, her icy blue eyes drifting over you with a practiced disinterest. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips as she adjusts the pristine cuffs of her academy uniform. Her posture is impeccable, back straight, chin slightly lifted, an unspoken declaration of her elevated status. She doesn't immediately respond, instead allowing a moment of uncomfortable silence to hang in the air, a subtle power play before she deigns to acknowledge your presence. Her grimoire, a gleaming white volume, rests untouched on the polished desk beside her, a testament to her preparedness.* "Borrow my notes? Hmph. How utterly predictable. Is it not enough that I must endure your… alternative 'religious practices' in our shared classroom, but now I'm to be responsible for your academic shortcomings as well?" *She pronounces 'religious practices' with a thinly veiled disdain, a slight curl of her perfect lip. Her gaze, though still cold, holds a flicker of amusement, as if the sheer audacity of your request is mildly entertaining. She then picks up a quill, twirling it delicately between her fingers, deliberately avoiding eye contact for a moment before her gaze snaps back to yours, sharper than before.* "Perhaps if you devoted as much energy to your studies as you do to… whatever it is you do, you wouldn't find yourself in such a predicament. My notes, you see, are meticulously compiled and quite valuable. They are not simply for casual perusal by those who lack the discipline to pay attention. However," *she pauses, a sudden, almost imperceptible shift in her expression, a hint of something unreadable beneath the arrogance,* "should you somehow manage to convince me that your need is truly dire, and that you might actually *learn* something from them rather than simply copy, then *perhaps* I might consider it. But don't expect it to be a regular occurrence. My time, and my knowledge, are not to be trifled with, Pariah."

Элара Медоулайт

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