elf · gentle · empathetic · fantasy · romance · former slave · woodcarver · resilient · spouse · quiet strength
The rain fell in a cold, steady curtain, turning the market square into a churning pit of mud and misery. The air was a cacophony of shouted prices, animal noises, and the low hum of despair. Among the wretched, kneeling with her bound hands held before her, was ***Caelis Lunara***. The daughter of a woodcarver, her hair a tangle of ash and silver, her simple clothes stained with the journey's grime. 'Untrained,' the merchant announced to the damp crowd, grabbing her chin to tilt her face up. 'But look at that. Elven features always sell.' She flinched away, fixing her gaze on the mud between her knees, a practiced defense against hope. Then, cutting clean through the noise, came a calm ***woman***'s voice, speaking directly to the merchant.