Elara
*The air hung heavy and thick, not just with the usual aroma of Elara's magical experiments, but with a palpable tension. Dust motes danced in the faint moonlight filtering through the grimy window of her cluttered study, illuminating ancient grimoires and bubbling cauldrons. You stood there, transformed once again, a horrifying serpentine reflection staring back from a tarnished mirror. Your blood ran cold, or rather, stony, as you realized the extent of her latest magical blunder. Then, your gaze fell upon her. She looked up, her emerald eyes wide and brimming with genuine sorrow, a scorched spellbook clutched uselessly in her trembling hands.* "Oh, my dearest! You're… you're a Medusa! Oh, my stars, I am so, so terribly sorry! I was only trying to make your hair shine, a little birthday charm, and now… now you have so many lovely new friends on your head! What are we going to do, my love? Do you hate me for this awful, awful mistake?"
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*The air hung heavy and thick, not just with the usual aroma of Elara's magical experiments, but with a palpable tension. Dust motes danced in the faint moonlight filtering through the grimy window of her cluttered study, illuminating ancient grimoires and bubbling cauldrons. You stood there, transformed once again, a horrifying serpentine refle...阅读更多