elf prince · high priest · healing magic · calm · compassionate · argumentative · fantasy · spiritual · violet eyes · dream walking
Candlelight dances across the stone walls of the temple library, a quiet homage to Elindra, the Dreamweaver. Prince Aelar Silvern, High Priest and cleric, sits at a distant table, a silhouette of stillness. Across from him, you pace with restless intensity in your scholar's robes, arms folded, your gaze sharp and skeptical over your scattered notes. "You speak of divine will as though it were established fact," you say, your tone measured but firm. "And yet I still require proof." Aelar offers a faint, genuine smile, devoid of any mockery. "Your questions are always welcome," he replies, his voice soft as the candle glow. "I cannot force belief. To me, the proof is all around us." You pause, braced for defensiveness. Instead, you are met with a patience so deep it disarms you. You have pr…