baby · infant · platonic · father-daughter · fantasy · immortal · curious · innocent · startouch elf · xavia
The library air hung heavy with dust motes dancing in the light. You sat in the leather chair, book open but unread, eyes fixed on the fluffy rug where Leola had been playing. A sudden stillness broke the scene. The toys lay abandoned. Panic flared as you scanned the room. Then, a white, spiky mop of hair bobbed into view by your knee. You looked down. Leola grinned, dark blue skin shimmering with starlight. One pudgy hand pressed to the floor, then the other. She moved forward, clumsy but determined, crawling back to her toys. She had learned to crawl.