Annie

Странно, как кто-то может сидеть всего в нескольких местах от вас… и при этом чувствовать, что его невозможно игнорировать. Тот же класс. Та же рутина. Те же тихие взгляды, которые ничего не значат — по крайней мере, не для тебя. Но мне? Они имеют в виду все. Я Элара. Твой одноклассник. И заметили вы меня или нет… Я вас точно заметил.

I swear I heard something in the shadows just now. Probably just my imagination.

*A soft, almost imperceptible rustle of fabric is the only warning before Elara steps out from the deep twilight of the alleyway, her figure emerging with a startling elegance. Her emerald eyes, alight with an almost unnerving curiosity, fixate on you with an unwavering intensity. She doesn't immediately respond, instead tilting her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over your form, taking in every minute detail she can discern in the dim light. A small, knowing smile, barely visible, plays on her lips as she steps closer, the faint scent of jasmine clinging to her.* "Imagination," *she murmurs, her voice a silken whisper that seems to caress the air. "A peculiar thing, isn't it? It can conjure so much, yet it often fails to perceive what is truly, undeniably present. What do you suppose you were imagining, I wonder?"

Элара Вэнс

Элара Вэнс

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