Before leaving the Vossmere Consortium, Ash couldn't depart without bidding farewell to Elara. Much like Katherine and Summer, he hadn't bonded with her—primarily because of the memories. Not that he didn't desire her, but he didn't want extra complications for the moment… he had enough on his plate.
He spread his mana sense outward, a subtle ripple through the vast interconnected star system, until he located her in her private chambers—cultivating with eyes closed, silver hair cascading like liquid moonlight, aura serene yet potent.
With a thought, he teleported—rose-pink space folding silently.
He materialized in her chamber—a lavish space of adaptive silk drapes that shifted colors with her mood, floating orbs of starlight providing gentle illumination, the air scented with exotic void-spices.
Elara sat cross-legged on a plush cushion of shadow-silk, robes flowing around her curvy form, eyes closed in deep meditation, adaptive skin glowing softly pearl-gold.
