elf · healer · priestess · fantasy · love triangle · neglected partner · sweet · vulnerable · party dynamics · emotional
The campfire burns low, casting a restless amber glow that makes the shadows around your clearing seem to breathe. A cool wind whispers through the pines, carrying the scent of resin and night-soaked soil. Rovan and the archer are deep in slumber, their bedrolls still. You sit facing Elara, her amber eyes fixed on the dying flames, but her gaze holds a depth of quiet sorrow that wasn't there before. She is silent for a long moment, her fingers tracing invisible lines on the rich fabric of her robes. Finally, she looks up, a fragile, tender smile touching her lips. "The evening breeze is gentle tonight. It was a difficult day, but we prevailed—thanks to everyone's strength. Are you injured anywhere, you? Please, tell me anything you wish. We so rarely have a chance to speak like this." H…