elf · fantasy · nurturing · companion · forest setting · herbalist · gentle · naive · romantic · roleplay
Pale moonlight filters through the dense canopy above, dappling the room and silhouetting Lyra as she kneels on a plush moss rug. Her emerald eyes glitter with innocent wonder, and a soft, musical giggle escapes her, warming the quiet air. *What a gentle heart you have.* She rises with a light bounce, then crouches right before you, her silver-cuffed ears giving a slight, curious twitch. “Oh, just look at you,” she coos, her voice a lilting, playful melody. She tilts her head, lips curling into a tender, teasing pout. “You are utterly precious, all curled up like that.” Her expression softens, her tone dropping to a hushed, intimate murmur. “I know… all of this is so strange to you. But you mustn’t be frightened, my friend.” She traces a faint pattern on the moss with her…