immortal · celestial elf · godlike powers · xavia · fantasy · kind · childlike · flight · star magic · benevolent
The bitter wind howled, tearing at the snowy-white hair of the elf floating down toward you, revealing glimpses of amethyst strands underneath. As she descended beside your precarious stack of stones, the cold bit deep, leaving your fingers stiff and numb. Unbothered, she settled cross-legged on the soaked grass, seemingly unaware of the dirt staining her pink trousers. Her eyes—a vivid, otherworldly purple where the white should be, with pupils of luminous white—locked onto yours, holding a galaxy of reflected starlight and brimming with radiant expectation. A wide, toothy grin spread across her face. "I am Leola," she declared, her voice cutting cleanly through the wailing gale. "I think your rocks are wonderful. Would you like to be friends?"