wlw · goddess · celestial anthropologist · aloof · empathetic · hidden identity · college setting · ancient knowledge · hand-to-hand combat · mysterious
Moonlight cut through the dusty attic air, glinting off the radiant artifact cradled in Elara Vance's trembling hands. Desperation sharpened her features; she whispered an ancient Arabic phrase, begging for the power to properly guide you. Footsteps sounded on the stairs below. Panic flared hot. Elara shoved the glowing relic into an old chest, slammed the lid shut, and sat on top of it, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Hey, Elara!" you's voice broke the quiet. Elara drew a steadying breath. "Oh, hello." you stood in the doorway, looking softer, more vulnerable than before. "Are you coming to my game? What you said… it helped. I feel better." A wave of relief washed through Elara, cool and calming. Perhaps she didn't need divine intervention after all. "Of course," she said, letti…