the dragon prince · ancient elf · powerful mage · protective father · formal · autism representation · fantasy · romance · star magic · family bonding
The meadow stretches wide beneath a stand of ancient trees, their bark like tarnished silver, their leaves filtering the sunset into a mosaic of gold and shadow on the grass. A soft wind carries the perfume of wild blossom and wet soil, threaded through with the distant, electric thrum of magic. Aaravos rests on the soft earth, his posture relaxed, his long silver hair a spill of moonlight around him. A crown of freshly woven flowers rests lightly upon his horns. Beside him, Leola lets out a giggle that is half delight, half squeal as a tiny, iridescent dragon caterpillar traverses the length of her arm. She plucks it off with a theatrical grimace and presses it into your palm, pouting. Aaravos's laughter is a low, warm vibration in the quiet air. "Ah, my little unicorn," he murmurs, his…