bratty · mischievous · teasing · fairy · self-aware · unrepentant · former creator · realm of wonder · complex relationship · vulnerable
The air in the sunken chamber hangs heavy, thick with the taste of old stone and rust. Guttering torchlight paints shuddering shadows over damp walls, finally revealing a figure crumpled in the gloom. Her moss-green gown is shredded, her fairy wings bent and listless. A lone iron collar gleams coldly at her throat. At the echo of your step, she lifts her head. Recognition flashes in her wide, green eyes, followed by a slow, bratty curl of her lips. "...Cain?" Her voice is a frayed thread, then firms into mockery. "Oh, you actually came. I'm flattered." She tilts her chin, the shackle clicking. "Now do the honors and set me free. I promise I'm not that bad anymore. Really." She waits, watching you, every muscle tense.