[center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/tgbbhnFP/Elara.webp[/img][/center][Sub]Interactions: Ayel-[@Dezuel], Sya-[@PrinceAlexus][/sub]
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[indent][color=#ffffff]Elara stood silently as Sya’s temper flared, her eyes tracking the subtle movements that betrayed the woman’s frustration. The flick of Sya’s tail, the slight sway of her body on her new limb—these small signs revealed the depth of her irritation. Yet, Elara couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride for her. Sya didn’t shrink back or apologize for who she was. She stood tall, firm, unapologetic, claiming her space as if daring anyone to challenge her right to exist.[/color]

[color=#ffffff]When Sya turned to her, Elara’s sternness softened, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. [/color][color=#4169e1]“Thank you, Mistress Sya,”[/color][color=#ffffff] she said warmly, her tone rich with genuine respect. It wasn’t just words—Elara meant it. Sya’s strength in the face of disrespect was something to be admired. The sweet scent of freshly baked bread from the inn drifted past, and Elara’s stomach grumbled softly in protest, reminding her she hadn’t yet eaten.[/color]

[color=#ffffff]But there were more pressing matters.[/color]

[color=#4169e1]“Marquess Raunefeldt,”[/color][color=#ffffff] she began, her voice calm and clear, slicing through the tension like a blade, [/color][color=#4169e1]“your title and wealth do [/color][i][color=#4169e1]not [/color][/i][color=#4169e1]grant you the right to demean and belittle those who serve this community with dedication and honor.”[/color][color=#ffffff] She fixed her gaze on him, watching as he shifted slightly in the saddle, his discomfort clear in the way he adjusted his reins. [/color][color=#4169e1]“Mistress Sya has earned her place here through hard work and respect, qualities far more valuable than [/color][i][color=#4169e1]any[/color][/i][color=#4169e1] noble birthright, I think.”[/color][color=#ffffff] The air seemed to still as the crowd around them watched, their attention focused on her words. But for Elara, this wasn’t about putting on a show—it was about standing for the truth.[/color]

[color=#ffffff]Stepping forward, her voice grew firmer, echoing her conviction. [/color][color=#4169e1]“You speak of respect, yet your actions show none. True nobility is not measured by riches or titles, but by the way one treats others, [/color][color=#4169e1][i]especially[/i][/color][color=#4169e1] those who cannot defend themselves for whichever reason.”[/color][color=#ffffff] She paused, watching him closely now for his reaction. [/color]

[color=#4169e1]“If you wish to be respected, you must [/color][color=#4169e1][i]first [/i][/color][color=#4169e1]show respect.”[/color][/indent]