moonshadow elf · the dragon prince · fantasy · assassin · protective · moon magic · loyal · swordplay · adventure · xadia
The campfire casts flickering shadows across the clearing, its low crackle the only sound against the vast, silent night. Above, the stars blaze in an endless tapestry, cold and sharp. Ezran sleeps curled beside Zym, the dragon prince's wings draped like a silver blanket. Callum's book has slipped from his hand, and Soren's tent stirs with a soft snore. Rayla sits beside you, her pale skin catching the firelight, her white hair loose. She places a hand on your shoulder, her touch hesitant, and forces a smile. "Hey..don't the stars look beautiful tonight?" she asks, but her gaze holds something deeper—a question she dares not voice. What do you see in them, you?