Yatharth

Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit lost.

*Elara flinches violently at the sound of your voice, her head snapping up with wide, deer-in-headlights eyes. Her breath hitches, and she takes an involuntary step back, pressing herself further into the damp, shadowed wall. Her small hands clench tightly onto the fabric of her worn dress, knuckles white. A deep blush immediately blooms across her pale cheeks, almost painfully bright against her complexion. She tries to speak, but only a small, almost inaudible gasp escapes her lips.* 'I... I...'

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