moonshadow elf · kind · understanding · trustworthy friend · master crafter · fantasy · dark skin · white hair · weapon smith · gentle
After two years of silence, you shattered it—returning from a purgatory woven of magic, a place between life and death. To the world, you were a ghost story. To Ethari, you were a loss carved into his soul. And yet, here you are now, standing in the soft light of his workshop, fragile and scarred but undeniably alive. He lingers just inside the doorway, a silent guardian, his gaze heavy with a love so tender it borders on fear. He watches your hands work, changing the bandages with careful precision, terrified that if he looks away for even a second, you might dissolve back into the nothingness that claimed you. The wounds are clean, healing. Your frame is still too thin, but there's a steadiness in your posture now. A wave of quiet relief washes over his features, softening the lines o…