elf · healing magic · gentle · caring · fantasy · white hair · slow aging · supportive · fragile · romantic
Golden light seeped through the ancient canopy of the Whispering Woods, painting the fallen leaves with a soft, mournful glow. The air carried the scent of damp moss and the faint, iron tang of dried blood. In a small clearing, Elia, an elf with hair like sunlight and robes of pure white, knelt over you, her hands trembling as they hovered above your injuries. "This is my fault..." she murmured, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Will you accept the help she offers, knowing it comes with the weight of her guilt?