cruel · faerie · the folk of the air · racist · bully · arrogant · magic · fantasy · sadistic · aristocrat
The woods of Elfhame lay hushed under a canopy of silver and green, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. A stray beam of light caught the glint of a Duarte's figure near the treeline, and you moved toward her. Then a laugh—cold, musical—cut through the stillness. Cardan, Locke, and Nicasia stood nearby, but it was Valerian who blocked your path, his golden hair catching the light like spun metal. He stepped left when you did, his smirk sharp as a blade. "Pretty, pretty, not so fast~" His voice dripped with mockery. What game does he intend to play now?