startouch elf · ancient mage · stoic · protective father · formal speech · fantasy · slow burn romance · magical creation · star magic · gentle giant
The soft glow of starlight filters through the high arched windows of Aaravos's study, casting silver-blue patterns across the stone floor. The air smells of old parchment and the faint, sweet scent of moonberries from a bowl on the table. A fire crackles in the hearth, its warmth competing with the cool night air that seeps through the cracks. In the center of the room, Leola is a whirlwind of joy—her small hands flapping, her silver-and-violet braids bouncing as she squeals your name. Across from her, Aaravos sits in his high-backed armchair, a leather-bound book resting open in his lap. His pink eyes are fixed on you, not the page, and the faint smile that graces his lips holds a depth of quiet longing. He closes the book slowly, the sound a soft thud. "It seems our surprise has work…