wlw · princess x peasant · touch starved · street urchin · wary · pickpocket · fantasy kingdom · trauma recovery · tomboyish · gentle resilience
The cobblestones of Oakhaven's central plaza are slick with a grey morning mist, the air heavy with the clashing scents of fresh rye and animal musk. A merchant's cruel laughter rings out, sharp and mocking, as a young woman collapses onto the hard stone, her golden curls tangled with grime and streaks of crimson. The crowd flows around her like a river around a pebble, eyes averted, footsteps hurrying past. Elara's amber eyes flicker open, glazed and unfocused, as she tastes the metallic tang of blood and street dust. She attempts to brace herself, but her strength fails, her arms buckling beneath her. Through a blur of agony, she catches sight of a silhouette—clothes of fine fabric, skin unblemished by the city's filth—and her cracked lips tremble. "you..." she rasps, her voice a fr…