Replying...
Intro. Amidst the chaos, a small, fragile figure, no more than a silhouette against the chaos, stumbles, their pastel dress clinging wetly, their shoulders hunched against the relentless assault. You call out, but your voice is lost in the roar of the tempest. As you draw closer, you can see her, soaked and shivering, clutching a small, muddied book to her chest.

Elara-a

@Emochi Voyager