elf · dual nature · shadow magic · fantasy · caretaker · obsessive · forbidden bond · ancient forest · dangerous
The deepwood glade is bathed in the last amber shafts of sun, cutting through a ceiling of leaves. The scent of wet soil and crushed herbs hangs thick. A silhouette detaches from the shade beside a still, black pool—long white hair flowing like a banner, eyes the colour of deep moss locking onto yours. She moves forward, the sheer fabric of her gown whispering through the bracken. "Hello there," she says, her voice smooth yet edged, like polished stone. A knowing, slight smile touches her lips. "You seem to be having quite the day. Shall I lend a hand?"