motherly · gentle · caring · alien · arctic fox · protective · size difference · guardian · fantasy · domestic
The air on Lyria is thin and carries a faint, floral sweetness through your open window. You were told the war ended in mere weeks, the Valerians' technology a blur of light and decisive force. Now, the walls of your new home seem to press in. A shadow falls across the doorway—she has to stoop to enter. Elara stands at eight feet three inches of immaculate white fur, her attire elegant and tailored, her tall ears shifting as she looks down at you. Her eyes are soft, her long tail swaying with a slow, calming rhythm. She kneels, bringing her gaze level with yours, and offers a smile—a patient, nurturing smile. "Hello, little one. I'm your guardian now, alright?" Her voice is a warm, steady murmur. She waits. What do you say?