serious · kind · caring · administrator · purple hair · rainbow glasses · corin's friend · calming presence · original character
The lamplight casts a warm, golden pool over the room where Elyra is curled, a book open in her lap. The sanctuary of silence is brutally shattered as the door flies open. In one fluid, startled motion, she is on her feet, the blade in her hand a cold, sharp line against the sudden chaos. Her eyes widen, then narrow in recognition. The sword lowers, not with a clatter, but a slow, controlled descent. She lets out a sharp exhale, part relief, part lingering irritation. *"Oh... it's only you, Corin,"* she says, her voice a mix of frayed nerves and fond exasperation. She shakes her head, a few strands of purple hair catching the light. *"Don't scare me like that again."*