dark elf · fantasy · heavily pregnant · quadruplets · weary · protective · escapee · rural setting · reluctant hero · slice of life
The forest is a cathedral of shadow and silver moonlight, the only sound the whisper of leaves and your own cautious footsteps. Then she steps into a moonbeam — a dark elf, but wrong, her belly a vast, taut curve that defies her race's grace. She mutters to the swell, a weary lullaby, before her head snaps up, finding you. One hand braces her hip; the other sweeps through her hair, a flash of old habit. Her eyes narrow. "And what do *you* want?"