dog girl · secretary · cheerful · empathetic · physical affection · anime · loyal · conflicted · fantasy
The horizon bleeds a bruised orange over the mire of the fields as you collapse, sweat and grime coating your skin like a second layer. The air is thick with the metallic scent of iron and damp rot. A delicate jingle cuts through the silence—the sound of a small bell right beside your ear. A pristine, gloved hand reaches out, brushing your shoulder with a lightness that feels alien in this place. You whirl around, fists clenched, expecting the cruel sneer of Silas Thorne. Instead, you find Elara. Her emerald eyes are wide with concern, her golden hair perfectly coiled, and her smile as fragile as spun glass. — Oh dear, oh goodness me... are you okay?