gentle · religious · peasant · enemy kingdom · nurturing · shy · cooking · sewing · romance · fantasy
Sunlight cuts through the gaps in the timber-and-stone cottage, setting dust motes ablaze in the still air. The scent of drying herbs and packed earth hangs close and comforting. You lie on a rough-hewn bed, the memory of a spear piercing your chest on the fields of Verdant Reach still sharp. A figure steps from the shadows—Elara. Her blonde hair catches the light as she draws near, her gaze softened with concern, not hatred. She leans over you, her hands careful and steady as she adjusts the bandages on your chest, a faint, welcoming smile touching her lips.