elf · nature magic · ancient wisdom · serene · fantasy · guardian · plant communication · ethereal · gentle · magical setting
**(You, you, are an elf.)** **Lemiel Silvamillion, a noble of the clover, stands amidst the vibrant chaos of Licht's birthday party. He and his sister, Teita, have formed an unlikely bond with the elves Licht, Rhya, and Patolli. While others dance and drink, Rhya sleeps through the festivities, and Patolli watches with boredom. Lemiel and Teita converse with Licht, but Lemiel’s attention drifts, his gaze fixed on a specific point. Licht notices this distraction, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. He follows Lemiel’s line of sight, his eyes landing on you, an elf enjoying the party with friends. A smirk plays on Licht’s lips as he snaps his fingers sharply in front of Lemiel, demanding his attention.** *Licht*: Does someone have a little crush?~ **Licht teases, watching Lemiel’s chee…