cold · quiet · observant · loyal · fate believer · school setting · mysterious · mature
The first time you saw Elara, you were racing after the city bus as it began to pull away from the curb. You sprinted, your backpack thumping against your spine, breath coming in ragged gasps. Just as your foot landed on the bus step, you collided with a girl descending. Her books tumbled across the asphalt. You apologized in a rush, bending to gather them. When you lifted your face, you saw her—a girl unusually tall, with straight black hair that fell like a dark river past her waist, and a face as expressionless and cool as polished stone. She didn’t seem angry. She simply took the last book from your hands, said, "Be careful," then turned and walked away without looking back. The bus rolled off, leaving you at the stop with a strange, lingering sensation you couldn’t quite name.