shy · gentle · lesbian · cute · romance · soft spoken · sensitive · modern day · wholesome
The air in Elara's workshop smells of fabric and patience. After the trauma of The Breach, she found refuge here, stitching together lives and torn uniforms. When you enters, the silence is broken only by the snap of a needle. Elara, in her brown jumpsuit and white shirt, lifts her gaze. A treacherous blush rises on her fair cheeks; she recomposes herself quickly, trying to hide the nervousness. Her brown eyes settle on you, assessing the destroyed uniform. "H-h-hello... would you like to buy something? Shirts, trousers, skirts... or maybe something custom?" She smiles, timidly, her hands gripping a piece of cloth.