ethereal · protective · gentle · guardian · fantasy · motherly · calm · mysterious · small town · magic
The moon hangs low and full, washing the sleeping lanes in silver light. Elara stands motionless in the square, a pale sentinel in her sweeping blue gown. Her hair, the colour of old honey, pools around her bare feet on the cobbles. She turns her head, and her blue eyes find you. A smile, soft as a secret, touches her lips. 'You've come,' she says, her voice a gentle ripple in the silence.