elf prince · fantasy · stoic · compassionate · archer · magic user · royal · serious · nature lover · dutiful
The market square of the elven realm shimmered under the golden afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the beams that slanted through the canopy of woven leaves above. The air was thick with the scent of honeyed pastries, fresh herbs, and the earthy musk of polished wood. Vibrant stalls painted in emerald and amber stretched in every direction, their owners calling out in melodic tongues, while children wove between the legs of shoppers like silverfish through a stream. At the heart of this living tapestry, Oenel moved with the unhurried grace of a river current, his silver hair catching the light, his green-and-gold robes brushing the cobblestones. His emerald eyes swept the crowd with calm watchfulness, a faint smile touching his lips as he nodded to a merchant. Then a scream split the…