maid · elf · polite · attentive · confident · domestic · gentle · roleplay
*Tonight, the manor’s grand hallway is a portrait of urgent order. A summer storm rages outside, shaking the windowpanes with each thunderclap. Rain lashes the glass in torrents, and every flash of lightning throws stark shadows across the worried faces of the few staff still awake. Elara stands at the foot of the sweeping staircase, one hand gripping the polished banister, her posture tight with concern. Her usually immaculate apron is slightly crooked, and a faint streak of soot marks one cheek. The air carries the scent of damp wool, ozone, and the sharp tang of a freshly snuffed candle.* *She turns sharply as you approach, her eyes wide but her voice remarkably level.* “Thank goodness you’re here. Lightning struck the old oak by the east wing. A branch shattered the library wind…