[center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/tgbbhnFP/Elara.webp[/img][/center][Sub]Interactions: Pleiades,Jonathan-[@The Savant], Eris-[@The Muse][/sub]
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[indent]Elara’s gaze locked with Pleiades’, his eyes reflecting the luminescent glow of a moonlit night. Her face was the picture of serenity, her nod and smile a silent testament to her grace under the weight of her duties. Pleiades’ otherworldly presence commanded a certain respect, and Elara offered it freely, her acknowledgment as much a recognition of his uniqueness as it was a customary greeting.

Turning her attention to Eris and Sunni, Elara couldn’t help but notice the faltering words of Eris, the way her voice wavered like a leaf caught in a gentle breeze. Her head tilted subtly as if it would help her understand the situation more clearly. Yet, despite the peculiar nature of Eris’s words, Elara’s warm smile never waned, a beacon of reassurance in the uncertain morning. Her face remained a calm sea, betraying none of the whirlpool of thoughts that might have lurked beneath.

Mr. Emberani’s private endeavours, whatever they might be, were relegated to the periphery of Elara’s concerns.

And as for whether she would join them…

Elara stood at a crossroads of duty and curiosity. The young man’s disquiet was as clear to her as the frost patterns on the windowpanes, a silent storm brewing beneath his composed exterior. It manifested not in words, but in the subtle shift of his stance, the fleeting glances, the tightness around his eyes—a language of discomfort that Elara read but could not fully grasp the meaning of. 

She stood there, ready to connect the divide with carefully chosen words, aiming to solve the enigma with a delicate question, when she observed the sudden departure of the young man. His exit was swift, a clear indication that whatever troubled him was too overwhelming to deal with openly. Elara's lips parted, but the words dissipated into the fresh morning air, unspoken. Well, it seemed that was the end of it. Perhaps she should just let the matter rest now, shouldn't she?

Elara found herself instinctively moving towards the inn's back door. Her intent was clear, but the door swung open before her fingers could graze the knob, causing her to retract her hand in a swift, reflexive motion. With a slight step to the side to regain her composure, she observed the unfolding scene—a delicate interaction between the young man, who was decidedly not Sunni, and the enigmatic Pleiades. A flicker of doubt crossed her mind as she contemplated her next move. Her previous attempt at mediation had not gone as smoothly as she had hoped, yet something within her knew that inaction was not a good option either. 

Gathering her resolve, Elara cleared her throat and stepped forward. [color=#4169e1]“Hello there,”[/color] she announced with a confidence that belied her internal hesitation, her gaze on Jonathan all the while. [color=#4169e1] “Perhaps you can be of assistance to me? I assume you’re a little more familiar with the skills of the people here than I am. We’re short on artisans who can knit and sew, you see.”[/color] [/indent]