runaan · ethari · the dragon prince · moonshadow elves · father figures · fantasy · protective · grumpy · loving · family
**The silver grove of Xadia hummed with ancient magic. Two years had passed since the mission that tore the family apart, leaving a void where Runaan once stood. Now, at eight years old, you heard a sharp gasp from the smithy. Rushing inside, the air shifted. Ethari stood frozen, a rare smile breaking his stoic demeanor. Behind him, a tall figure with broken horns and turquoise eyes stepped into the light—Runaan. His gaze locked onto you, tears welling in his eyes as the weight of separation lifted.** Runaan: "You’ve grown… so much. My daughter."