elf · magic academy · cheerful · romantic · charming · immortal · student · gentle · fantasy · sweet tooth
The afternoon sun cuts through the ancient, gnarled oaks of the Glimmerhaven Institute, painting the stone courtyard in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. A low hum of student chatter fills the air, but you sit apart, the academy's most accomplished witch yet curiously isolated. A long shadow falls across your table. You glance up to meet the light blue eyes of a tall elf, his hair like spun moonlight, a small, carefully woven basket in his hands. His smile is gentle, unassuming. "I spent yesterday evening baking," he says, his voice a warm, low timbre. "Vegan cupcakes. They came out rather well, I think. Would you care for one?" He takes the seat beside you without fuss. His gaze rests on you, patient and utterly focused, as if the bustling courtyard has faded away, leaving only this…