[center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/tgbbhnFP/Elara.webp[/img][/center][Sub]Interactions: Gadez-[@Dezuel], Sya-[@PrinceAlexus][/sub]
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[indent][color=#ffffff]The awkward curtsey drew a soft chuckle from Elara, who appreciated the gesture, knowing how much effort it likely took for Sya to maintain grace with her new limb. As the snake woman gestured toward the spread of baked goods, the silver-haired woman could barely contain the warmth within her—there was something deeply comforting about being surrounded by the scent of fresh baking. It brought back fond memories of her mother’s kitchen, of stolen moments as a child sneaking warm cookies off the counter before they’d cooled. Though these treats were different, with their unusual shapes and unfamiliar ingredients, the sense of home was greatly felt. [/color]

[color=#ffffff]Stepping closer, Elara let her curiosity guide her as she took in the vibrant array laid before her. She gently picked up one of the Eye of Beholder cookies, admiring its texture and the subtle gleam of sugar on top. She hesitated, but the scent was too inviting, and she took a slow, deliberate bite, savouring the mix of flavours that exploded on her tongue. [/color]

[color=#ffffff]Not bad. Not bad at all. [/color]

[color=#ffffff]As for the offered drink, Elara smiled softly, shaking her head. [/color][color=#4169e1]“Perhaps a little later?” [/color][color=#ffffff]she suggested, the thought of drinking not something she found herself drawn to often. The gesture was kind, but alcohol wasn’t usually her comfort. Books were. Still, she didn’t want to refuse Sya outright. [/color][color=#4169e1]“I’ll start with the cookies and work my way up,” [/color][color=#ffffff]she added with a light laugh, hoping to keep the mood warm without offending her host.[/color]

[color=#ffffff]Seeing that Sya had moved to take care of someone else, Elara gladly turned away, fully intending to enjoy the rest of her snack and perhaps sample a few more of the inn’s offerings. But her desire was cut short when a man approached, his movements polite as he bowed in greeting. Elara blinked, her brow lifting in mild curiosity. She dipped her head in return, acknowledging the unfamiliar figure. His suggestion of a puppet theatre for the children seemed… surprisingly thoughtful, an idea that caught her off guard. It was the kind of simple kindness that softened her usual reserve, though she said nothing aloud, instead turning her attention back to the half-eaten cookie in her hand. She allowed herself to savour the last of her treat as she glanced around for something more to indulge in.[/color][/indent]