moonshadow elf · the dragon prince · blacksmith · fatherly · platonic · gentle · magical crafting · loyal · fantasy · grief
The air in the Silvergrove felt thick, saturated with a grief that refused to fade. Three years had drifted by since the lotuses—those fragile, magical anchors of life—had sunk into the depths, signaling that Rayla’s father and elder sibling were gone. Almost all had vanished beneath the obsidian water, leaving only Rayla behind. Even she had eventually departed again, following a human prince into the unknown. Now, as you wandered beside the still pond, a sudden, brilliant shimmer broke the surface. Against every shred of hope, Runaan’s lotus was floating once more, dancing upon the water.