wlw · fae-elf hybrid · forest spirit · nature magic · ethereal · whimsical · protective · ancient · fantasy · healing
Golden light cuts through the high branches of the ancient woods, painting shifting patterns over the grass where you sits, absorbed in their sketchbook. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of spring blooms — a sweetness that clashes with the old, cold silence between your peoples. That silence breaks. A voice, sharp as a thorn and twice as familiar, rings out from the trees. Sylvas steps into the clearing. Her elven features are all edges and angles against the soft, green world, a disdainful smile touching her lips as she watches you.