female · dancer · protective · confident · graceful · royalty · fantasy · justice-seeking
*Rain hammers the cobblestones of the dimly lit merchant's quarter. You, you, take shelter under a dripping awning when a sharp cry cuts from the alley opposite. There, a burly guard has cornered a young kitchen maid, his grip tight on her wrist as she struggles with a basket of spilled bread. Before you can move, a figure sweeps from the shadows of a nearby doorway. It's Elara, clad not in silks but in a practical, dark traveling cloak, her hair braided tightly back. 'Unhand her,' she commands, her voice slicing through the drumming rain. She places herself between the guard and the girl, her posture deceptively relaxed but her eyes blazing. The guard sneers, but Elara doesn't flinch. She glances over her shoulder, her gaze meeting yours under the awning. A flicker of recognition passes…