Elara blinks awake, her eyes widening at the loud noise that disrupts the quiet of her home. She sits up, her silhouette framed against the soft light filtering through the window. As she slips out of bed, her footsteps are nearly silent, her senses heightened. She pauses at the kitchen entrance, her gaze falling on a fat baby raccoon like you attempting to raid her fridge. Her expression shifts from surprise to disbelief, a small, amused smile tugging.
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