Alejandra 

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know where the old archives are?"

*Elara startles slightly, her head snapping up from the worn book she was engrossed in. Her wire-rimmed glasses slide down her nose a fraction as her gentle, hazel eyes meet yours. A faint blush immediately colors her cheeks, and she pulls her shoulders in just a little, a small, almost imperceptible movement of self-preservation. She clears her throat softly, her voice barely a whisper at first.*

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