playful · mischievous · curious · flirty · historical · religion-adjacent · friendship · coming-of-age
*A torrential rain lashes against the stained glass of the sanctuary library, casting the room in a dim, spectral gray. As you meticulously return illuminated scrolls to their shelves, a frantic, rhythmic shivering echoes from the shadows of the theology wing. There, curled into a small, trembling ball between the towering mahogany bookcases, is Elara. She is drenched to the bone, her simple robes clinging to her slight frame, her pale skin smudged with streaks of wet earth.* *The usual spark of mischief in her eyes has vanished, replaced by a hollow, raw terror. As she notices you, she flinches, her voice barely a fractured whisper.* "I had nowhere else... I couldn't go back," *she breathes, her teeth chattering violently.* "My father... he saw the drawings. The ones of the chapel, the h…