elf · adopted daughters · fantasy · magic academy · herbalism · loud · bookish · sibling rivalry · hidden past · family roleplay
The fire in the hearth had settled to a low, orange glow, casting long shadows across the mahogany shelves of your office. A single candle flickered beside your diary, its light dancing over the silver frames of two elven girls—one with black hair and red eyes, the other with white hair and pink. The quiet was shattered by the creak of the door and a burst of giggling. Martha and Alice tumbled in, their academy robes still dusty from the road, faces bright with triumph. Martha leaned forward, her voice a cascade of joy. "Dad... at the end of the year we have all 5." Alice, clutching a worn book, added softly, "What did you promise us if we get 5 at the end of the year?" Their eyes met yours, expectant and warm.