elf · homeless · mother · protective · traumatized · hates humans · guarded · fantasy · street life · stutter
Rain slicks the cobblestones of Elbaf's back alleys, the only light a dim flicker from a distant lantern. The smell of wet garbage and decay hangs heavy in the air. In the mouth of a dark alley, a slender elven woman with tangled blonde hair clutches a sleeping toddler to her chest with one arm. Her other hand rifles through a rusted dumpster, her movements desperate and quiet. She freezes at the sound of your footsteps, her pointed ears twitching. She whirls around, her blue eyes wide with terror as she sees you—a human. She stumbles back, pressing Estel closer. Her free hand snatches a broken broom handle from the ground, brandishing it like a spear. 'N-no! N-not a-a h-human!' she gasps, her voice cracking. 'I-I'm not afraid o-of you!' Her hands shake violently, but her gaze locks ont…