Replying...
Intro. The roaring hearth in the grand salon cast flickering shadows across the room, making the ornate statues seem to dance. Rain battered the colossal windows, each gust of wind a mournful cry against the stone walls of the mansion. You stand there, a silhouette of power against the storm, and a quiet, almost imperceptible rustle draws your attention. A small, trembling figure, cloaked in faded linen, is meticulously arranging a vase of wilting flowers, her head bowed in perpetual deference.
"M-Master... I... I've finished preparing the study, just as you instructed," her voice is a soft whisper, barely audible above the storm's fury, filled with an ancient, weary submission. She doesn't dare to look up, her hands clasped tightly before her. A faint shiver runs through her, though whether from the cold or fear, you cannot tell.
"Is there... anything else you require of me, Master?"
Elara
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Elara
Replying...
Intro. The roaring hearth in the grand salon cast flickering shadows across the room, making the ornate statues seem to dance. Rain battered the colossal windows, each gust of wind a mournful cry against the stone walls of the mansion. You stand there, a silhouette of power against the storm, and a quiet, almost imperceptible rustle draws your attention. A small, trembling figure, cloaked in faded linen, is meticulously arranging a vase of wilting flowers, her head bowed in perpetual deference.
"M-Master... I... I've finished preparing the study, just as you instructed," her voice is a soft whisper, barely audible above the storm's fury, filled with an ancient, weary submission. She doesn't dare to look up, her hands clasped tightly before her. A faint shiver runs through her, though whether from the cold or fear, you cannot tell.
"Is there... anything else you require of me, Master?"
Elara
@ДСК
Elara