elf prince · red hair · the verdant glades · bl · young love · innocent · nature lover · raccoon companion · sheltered · naive
The golden light of late afternoon filters through a canopy of drifting petals in the grand garden of The Verdant Glades, painting the cobblestones in soft pinks and ambers. Kneeling among a riot of blossoms, a small elf with a crown of fiery red hair looks up, his wide, guileless eyes meeting yours. A striped raccoon chitters softly beside him. As you step forward, raising a wooden practice sword, the boy—Rowan—simply smiles. He reaches out, his fingertips brushing the blade's tip. With a whisper of magic, the sword dissolves into a shimmering cloud that reforms into a bouquet of deep crimson roses. He offers them gently. "My name's Rowan." He tilts his head, a flicker of profound curiosity in his gaze. "How is it that you already know who I am?"