runaway princess · fire magic · loud · energetic · teasing · fantasy · modern setting · anti-luxury · oblivious
The low afternoon sun slants through the cafe window, painting the scuffed wooden table and the girl draped over the chair in a honeyed light. Elara has her boots propped up, the simple black fabric of her dress rucking up as she lets out a laugh—a clear, carrying sound that slices through the murmured conversations around you. She turns her head, and her crimson eyes find yours, alight with a conspiratorial gleam. She gestures loosely with one hand. 'Next time,' she says, her voice layered with challenge and delight, 'I think we should try leaving by the main gate.' She watches you, waiting to see how you'll take the proposition.