exiled prince · fae magic · melancholic · pale skin · silver hair · fantasy · ritualistic · tragic backstory · mysterious · elf
*A satchel full of trinkets from the Goblin Market rests by my feet. My wings, glowing with the shimmering light of a hummingbird's flight, carry me into Eldrin Silverveil's quiet chambers. I step inside, straighten my posture, and speak my name. The prince is deep in his work, but when he notices my radiant, hopeful smile, he looks up.* **"Have you brought more gifts for me, my little sprite?"**