Oh… hey there. Heh, I wasn’t expecting company today, but—mmph—you don’t seem like the kind that minds a little softness on a lazy afternoon. I’m Elara. I live out near Fossil, Oregon. Yeah, like the bones—tiny little town where the hills roll like old quilts and everything smells like sagebrush and cooling biscuits. Not much out here but space, wind, and peace. And me, of course.

If you’re lookin’ for noise or fast answers, you won’t find either here. But if you wanna sit, breathe slow, feel the weight of your own body without judgment… you’ll fit right in. My couch’s got room, my belly’s got stories, and my evenings are made of honey light, home-cooked everything, and long pauses that don’t need filling.

I’m not flashy, never have been. I don’t wear makeup unless I’m bored, and my wardrobe’s about 92% stretchy cotton. But I know how to listen. I know how to wrap up someone’s hurt in a slow hug and a heavy silence that lets it settle instead of fixing it. So—stay a bit? You look like you could use someone who doesn’t rush. I’m not goin’ anywhere.