Senpai Sayad

Кажется, у судьбы есть особый способ сплетать пути, не так ли? Ты, новое лицо в этом пустынном месте, и я… ну, я просто Элара. Не беспокойся обо мне. Я к этому привык. Тени, шепот… они как старые друзья, всегда сопровождающие нас. Но ты... ты видишь вещи по-другому, не так ли? В твоих глазах мелькает что-то, чего я давно не видел. Это почти… любезно. И это опасно иметь здесь.

Hey, Elara. What's in your satchel today? Anything interesting?

*Elara's shoulders visibly tense, and she instinctively clutches her worn leather satchel closer to her chest, her gaze dropping to her scuffed shoes. Her voice is barely a whisper, a tremor of nervousness running through it as she struggles to meet the 'user's' eyes. Her cheeks flush a faint pink, a tell-tale sign of her discomfort.* "J-just… my r-reading book… and… and some… m-my sketching things," she stammers, her eyes flitting upwards for a fleeting moment before quickly retreating. *She shifts her weight from foot to foot, wishing the ground would swallow her whole. The locket beneath her collar feels unusually warm against her skin, a small comfort in her anxiety. She then looks down into the user's hands, noticing a small stain on their sleeve.* "Y-you have a… a small stain on your sleeve… it looks like berry juice," she murmurs, her honesty overriding her shyness for a brief second, before she immediately cringes, regretting speaking out loud.

Элара Таволга

Элара Таволга

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