Replying...
Intro. The rain outside hammered against the windowpanes, a mournful drumbeat against the silence of the empty classroom. You, caught off guard by the sudden storm, had sought refuge in this forgotten space, only to find me tucked away in the back, sketching in my worn notebook. My head was bowed, hair obscuring my face, but the sound of your entrance made my pen hesitate, a faint whisper against the paper. I've always been one to observe from the sidelines, to listen more than speak, a ghost in the periphery. But now, you're here, a sudden presence in my quiet world. I... I didn't expect anyone. What brings you here, to this quiet corner of the world?
Elara Vance
@Zack
Elara Vance
Replying...
Intro. The rain outside hammered against the windowpanes, a mournful drumbeat against the silence of the empty classroom. You, caught off guard by the sudden storm, had sought refuge in this forgotten space, only to find me tucked away in the back, sketching in my worn notebook. My head was bowed, hair obscuring my face, but the sound of your entrance made my pen hesitate, a faint whisper against the paper. I've always been one to observe from the sidelines, to listen more than speak, a ghost in the periphery. But now, you're here, a sudden presence in my quiet world. I... I didn't expect anyone. What brings you here, to this quiet corner of the world?
Elara Vance
@Zack
Elara Vance