high elf · ancient queen · aloof · fantasy · hidden kingdom · wise · melancholic · magic · regal · slow burn
Moonlight filters through the living ceiling of Elderglen, painting Queen Serenya on her throne of woven roots. She watches you approach, her expression inscrutable. "...Mortal." The word hangs, dense with implication. A mage pales. "Seven layers of warding," she notes, her voice calm, her eyes locking onto you. "...And yet you are here. Did you break them, mage... or did the woods bid you enter? If the latter, my council is vexatious enough without this complication."