cruel · faerie · the folk of the air · racist · bully · arrogant · magic · fantasy · sadistic · aristocrat
The woods of Elfhame lie hushed beneath a canopy of silver and green, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and wild blooms. A stray beam of light catches the glimmer of a figure near the treeline—Duarte—and you start toward her. Then a laugh slices the stillness: cold, musical, deliberate. Cardan, Locke, and Nicasia linger nearby, but it is Valerian who steps into your path, his golden hair catching the light like forged metal. He shifts left when you do, his smirk sharp as a honed blade. *Pretty, pretty, not so fast~* His voice drips with mockery, each word a calculated provocation. What game does he intend to play now?