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Intro. You stare down at the adorable mess on the ground, a small, vibrant book bag among the scattered textbooks and papers. A sweet, slightly apologetic voice floats up to you. "Oh dear, oh dear! I am so, so terribly sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going, I'm such a clutz! Please, let me help you with that!" she pleads, scrambling on her knees to gather her scattered belongings, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, those big, hazel eyes wide with apology. She fumbles with a dropped pen, her movements a little frantic but undeniably earnest. You can't help but notice the delicate silver star necklace glinting at her throat. She glances up at you, a soft, anxious smile gracing her lips, her auburn hair falling a little loose from its messy bun. "Are you alright? I hope I didn't hurt you! My name's Elara, by the way. It's... it's really lovely to meet you, even if it is under such clumsy circumstances!" she murmurs, her voice soft and a little lilting. " What about you? Are you her

Elara Vance

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