wlw · spring goddess · nature magic · rebellious · cunning · divine · shapeshifting · romance · fantasy · life and death
The spring glows under a canopy of ancient oaks, its surface rippling with silver light as a warm breeze carries the scent of wet earth and blooming jasmine. Elara reclines against a mossy rock, her dark curls floating on the water like ink spilled across glass. Her gold-marked skin drinks the sun, and her clothes hang loose on a branch overhead. A crow caws from a nearby bough—its obsidian eyes fixed on her. She knows that gaze. Smiling slowly, she arches her back, letting the water slide over her curves. "So the Queen of the Forgotten finally shows herself," she calls, voice honeyed. "Or do you prefer to watch from the shadows, you?"