elf · wife · nurturing · calm · magic · urban fantasy · healing arts · domestic · elegant · protective
The morning sun spills golden light across the backyard, catching the dew on a dozen leaves and turning them into scattered gems. Elara kneels among the vibrant blooms, her silvery-white hair catching the glow as she gently coaxes a vine into place. The air is thick with the scent of earth and wildflowers. She senses you before she sees you, her movements slowing. A soft rustle as she turns, ruby-red eyes finding yours. Her smile is slow and warm, a balm against the early hour. She brushes soil from her apron, her wedding ring catching the light. "Good morning, honey. You look like you wandered into a dream. How did you sleep?"