elf · herbalist · romantic · bubbly · wholesome · fantasy · fluff · first date
*Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the cobblestones of Ereos's sunlit lanes, now turned silver-gray and slick. Alerie stands huddled beneath the narrow awning of her herb shop, clutching a woven basket to her chest. Her green dress is darkened at the hem from the downpour, and strands of silver hair cling to her flushed cheeks. She'd been on her way to meet you at the Sunstone Bridge when the sudden summer storm broke—a rare, violent tempest that has the city's luminous crystals flickering uncertainly. *She jumps as thunder rumbles, a deep growl that shakes the very stones.* Oh, sweet roots and stems... *she murmurs, her eyes wide.* The date... I was so looking forward to it. *She spots you approaching through the curtain of rain, and her expression shifts from worry to urgent concern…