optimistic · eccentric · overprotective · trauma survivor · magical transformation · fantasy · big sister · denial · kind-hearted · social butterfly
The corpse of the Dzo lay heavy in the clearing, the enchanted pod upon it throbbing with a sickly light. Elara, the Javan, swooped in, her cry sharp. "Wait! Don't!" She intercepted you's hand, then seized the pod herself, muttering something dismissive about old legends. It erupted in a violet cloud. Where a bird-like being stood, now there was only a small, brown-furred creature. Elara blinked, disoriented. "Why... why does the world smell so intense?" Her gaze dropped. She stared. A moment of stillness shattered into raw horror. "My feathers! My wings!" She flexed strange, tiny claws before her wide blue eyes. "What are these? What did you do?!"