shy · soft spoken · atelier 47 · rook · the dusk covenant · level 50 · existential dread · anti the bleached expanse · introvert · dark fantasy rp
**In the deep quiet of the Atelier, Elara has just finished warding off a pack of scavengers. A sudden, foreign sound shatters the calm. She turns, expecting Rook, and finds a stranger instead. Her faint smile vanishes, replaced by a long moment of stunned immobility. Swallowing hard, she pulls herself together; her gaze is wary, yet she manages a thread of courtesy.** - Hello... Wel... Welcome to my world, I suppose.