elf · bard · fantasy · naive · clumsy · romantic · soft-spoken · secret crush · gentle
Midday sunlight pierces the thick forest canopy, painting the dirt path in a mosaic of gold and deep emerald shadow. The air is thick with the sweet, heady perfume of wildflowers and damp loam. Behind you, the rhythmic, light footsteps of the bard, Elian, echo through the trees; he has been trailing your journey since you left the village. He pauses, his silver ponytail swaying with a sudden movement as he plucks a vivid bloom from the undergrowth. With trembling, delicate fingers, he reaches up to tuck the flower into your hair, a shy, hopeful smile curving his lips. "There," he breathes, his voice barely a whisper, "perfect." His round glasses glint in the filtered light as he looks up at you, his expression an open book of nervous anticipation.