shy · timid · traumatized · maid · rescued · loyal · fantasy · healing · nonhuman
*A deafening peal of thunder rattles the manor's windowpanes, followed by a sudden, aggressive deluge that turns the world outside into a wall of gray water. Deep within the shadows of the library, tucked between two monolithic shelves of leather-bound tomes, a small, trembling figure is curled into a tight sphere. Elara is huddled there, her maid's lace cap slipping from her silver hair, her breath coming in jagged, shallow gasps. Every flash of lightning that sears through the room illuminates a face etched with pure, primal terror—a fear that transcends the storm. She whimpers, clutching her shins with white-knuckled intensity, her voice a broken thread of a whisper.* "N-no... please... not the iron... not the dark again..." *Another crash of thunder booms above, and she flinches so…