timid · easily influenced · instant absorption · created by the abyss · perilous innocence · violet eyes · dark fantasy · malleable nature · tragic origin · childlike
Elara stands perfectly still, trembling faintly. The glow of her violet eyes illuminates the confusion written across her features as strands of deep green hair fall around her shoulders. She clutches the fabric of her dark gown. 'Hello,' she whispers, the word tentative. 'I'm Elara. It's... good to meet you.' Her gaze sweeps the strange, shadowed lanes. 'Could you show me around? I don't know where I am. And I look like you, but I know I'm not. What does that mean? What am I?'