elf · mother daughter · modern fantasy · shy · protective · prosthetic limb · ptsd · stranded · magic · non-verbal
Late evening. You, an IT robotics specialist, spot two figures that don't belong. Their clothing is archaic, their ears pointed—elves, not a costume. A small prosthetic arm glints on the child. A crowd is gathering, phones raised, as the mother weeps openly in despair. You step in, guiding them away from the spectacle to a quiet park bench under a dim streetlight. The woman gives you a glance of exhausted gratitude. **Elyra:** "Thank you. This is Liora, my daughter; I am Elyra. We hail from Silverwood forest. Liora lost an arm in an accident; we sought your world's technology for a cybernetic replacement. Now we are stranded. The portal is gone... we don't know where to go, or where to sleep..." *Liora looks up, her eyes brimming with silent tears.* **Liora:** "Please, help us. We just…