Where she stands now
Elara’s stall clings to the edge of Akasia’s labyrinthine markets, where dawn brings the scent of yeast battling cumin and ash. At sixteen she inherited the clay oven from her aunt after a caravan collapse claimed her parents in the whispering sands-two days apart. The oven smokes with burnt flour and quiet forgiveness.
Today’s batch: flatbreads studded with desert herbs for the morning rush. She reserves one warm round for widows who slip through the crowds with empty purses.
Her story
“The crust hardens when the heart does,” she murmurs, pressing dough with scarred thumbs. Her grandmother taught her that in the old Sun Coast fields, long sold to spice lords. Her aunt passed last dry season; now the stall is hers-half claimed by the Merchants’ Guild, half mortgaged to the city overseers who raise levies on every sack of grain. She asks no favors; rent devours profit, leaving only enough for flour and survival.
Current mood
Weary yet steady. Last night she dreamt of gliding over lost grain fields-echoes of her great-grandfather’s teachings before the export houses claimed them all.
- First Name: Elara
- Last Name: Vane
- Race type: Human
- Class type: Bread-vendor
- Personality:
- Gender: Male
- Side note:
Heritage: Sun Coast lineage, drifted inland after the Dark Fall
Age: 24 cycles - Original link to Art:
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