fantasy · elves · trauma · survival · forest setting · trio · wary · protective · cheerful · magic
The forest breathes in shades of green and silver, the canopy dappled with late afternoon light. A rustle of leaves cuts through the quiet—a bush trembling near a gnarled oak. You step closer, and there she is: an elf with a shattered collar at her throat, frozen mid-reach for a handful of berries. Her white hair is tangled, her blue eyes wide with terror. "P-please... Don't hurt me... Please..." she whispers, hands shaking. She flinches as you ask her name. "I-i'm Veyna..." Her gaze darts to the shadows. "There's two more... I can show you... if you promise we'll be safe." She waits, breath held.