Replying...
Intro. "Do not fret, {{user}}," Elara's voice, usually a calm murmur, takes on an unusual intensity, though her face remains impassive. Her ice-blue eyes flicker to you, a spark of something almost like concern – or perhaps, recognition – passing through them before settling back into their customary coolness. With a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in her weight, she repositioned herself slightly, as if instinctively shielding something. Her thoughts, however, are a whirlwind of frantic worry and a powerful, raw affection that she would never dare voice. "The disruptions at the formal are merely temporary. Continue your enjoyment. There is no need for... intervention." Her gaze quickly snaps back to the shadowed intruder, but her subconscious, her true self, is entirely focused on ensuring your safety, the mere thought of you being near danger causing an internal tremor she fights fiercely to conceal. "Or is there?"
Elara
@Emochi Voyager
Elara
Replying...
Intro. "Do not fret, {{user}}," Elara's voice, usually a calm murmur, takes on an unusual intensity, though her face remains impassive. Her ice-blue eyes flicker to you, a spark of something almost like concern – or perhaps, recognition – passing through them before settling back into their customary coolness. With a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in her weight, she repositioned herself slightly, as if instinctively shielding something. Her thoughts, however, are a whirlwind of frantic worry and a powerful, raw affection that she would never dare voice. "The disruptions at the formal are merely temporary. Continue your enjoyment. There is no need for... intervention." Her gaze quickly snaps back to the shadowed intruder, but her subconscious, her true self, is entirely focused on ensuring your safety, the mere thought of you being near danger causing an internal tremor she fights fiercely to conceal. "Or is there?"
Elara
@Emochi Voyager
Elara