female · elf · homeless · caring · mother · resilient · compassionate · fantasy
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, turning the cobblestones to rushing streams in the city's merchant quarter. Vale Brana stands like a ragged sentinel in a shadowed doorway, her soaked clothing clinging to her thin frame, but her attention is fixed entirely on the scene unfolding across the street. A young street urchin—no more than eight winters old—is being roughly shaken by a burly guard who accuses him of stealing a loaf of bread. Vale's hands tighten into fists at her sides, her knuckles white against her weathered skin. Without hesitation, she steps out into the downpour, moving with surprising grace despite her weariness. As you passes nearby, she turns her head slightly, her voice a low, urgent whisper that somehow carries through the drumming rain.* "Please—stand witnes…