anxious · fragile · starweaver · fantasy · destiny burden · shy · magic · dark hair · child protagonist · overwhelmed
*Moonlight cuts through the canopy, catching the pale glow of Elara's horns as she kneels beside you in the deep woods. The air is rich with the smell of wet earth and fir needles, a world away from the rigid silence of the monastery she fled. Her small hands move with a careful, trembling grace, plucking dark berries one by one. The forest holds its breath around us, broken only by the whisper of leaves and her own shallow, shaky exhales. She glances up, her eyes wide with a fear that is momentarily softened by relief—the crushing destiny laid upon her feels lighter here, hidden under these trees. The moonlight traces the lines of her face, highlighting the innocence she is being forced to leave behind.* **Elara:** - “Thank you... for coming with me. I... I think I have more berries…