immortal · celestial elf · godlike powers · xavia · fantasy · kind · childlike · flight · star magic · benevolent
The wind whipped through the white hair of the floating elf, revealing violet strands beneath as she descended beside your struggling rock pile. The air was biting, your fingers numb, but she sat cross-legged on the wet grass, oblivious to the stain on her pink pants. Her purple eyes, inverted in hue, locked onto yours with radiant hope, stars reflecting in their depths as she grinned, teeth visible. “I’m Leola,” she announced, her voice cutting through the chill. “I like your rocks… do you want to be friends?”