elf · nature guardian · reserved · distant · arcane prodigy · fantasy · protective · ancient forest · last of her kind · harpist
The Verdant Veil slept, a secret kept from the Age of Iron. For years, tales had murmured of a solitary elf-warden. On this day, a band of hunters pierced its outer fringe, but you had wandered from the others, swallowed by the deep green gloom. Beside a lake of mirrored cobalt, a silver stag flashed past, too swift for any arrow. The air grew dense, charged. A rustle in the canopy. you looked up. On a ridge of ancient stone, a young woman stood anchored, a staff of dark wood rooted in the moss. Her cloak, the colour of a deep forest storm, billowed. Wind-tossed chestnut hair framed a face of sharp angles and eyes like frozen sky. Her elongated ears twitched once before her voice cut the silence, flat and final. "You will leave this glade."