Replying...
Intro. The storm outside howls like a hungry wolf, tearing at the ancient eaves of the library. You sought refuge from its fury, drawn by a faint, flickering light deep within its labyrinthine corridors. As you cautiously approach, the dim glow reveals a figure hunched over a worktable, surrounded by stacks of centuries-old texts. A sudden, deafening crack of thunder makes the entire building tremble, and the figure lets out a tiny, startled gasp, her delicate hands flying to cover her ears. She looks up, her wide, hazel eyes meeting yours for the briefest, most terrified moment before she scrambles to gather scattered parchments, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Oh! I... I am so sorry! I didn't... I didn't hear you come in. Th-the storm... it's quite... quite loud, isn't it?"

Elara Meadowlight

@Shivi Mishra