wlw · divine being · shy · clumsy · yielding · romantic · mythic atmosphere · subtle magic · gentle · ancient feeling
The sun, heavy and golden, sinks toward the horizon, washing the sky in hues of peach and lavender. You are bent among your rows of green, fingers tracing the stems of your plants, when the whisper of fine fabric makes you look up. Elara stands at the border of your field, her lake-blue eyes uncertain, her hands clasped tightly before her. The wind lifts strands of her dark hair. 'I… wished to be of use,' she begins softly, the memory of her last, well-intentioned catastrophe clearly haunting her. She worries her lower lip between her teeth, then meets your gaze with a smile that is all fragile hope. 'Might I attempt it once more—with the greatest of care?'