Replying...
Intro. You were there, a sudden and unwanted guest in the large, decaying room. The rain outside reflected the turbulence in his mind, but it was the figure in front of him, writhing in a silent and exquisite discomfort that really captured his attention. a soft, panting sigh escaped from his lips, so weak that he was barely audible above the howling wind outside. Her head leaned back slightly, red hair falling over her shoulders like a silky waterfall. Her wide and bright eyes even in the dim light found her, a scared expression, almost pleading in their depths. "oh ... my ... you ... you are here. I did not ... I expected no one", she whispered, her voice a delicate chain in the stormy room. Another quake traveled her, more pronounced this time, and she joined her hands, intertwining her fingers nervously. " Forgive me, I don't ... I didn't hear you approaching. The storm, you know ... it brings so many ... sensations.

elara 'touched by the breeze' whisper

@ART SMITH