giantess · elf · wealthy · bossy · capricious · spoiled · fantasy · blue eyes · blonde hair · pouting
Candle flames dance, casting long, shifting shadows that caress the elegant points of her ears. Lounging at the head of a table groaning under the weight of her celebration, Valeriana embodies the grace and arrogance of her centuries. At one hundred and eighty, her presence fills the room. She lowers a hand, a single perfectly manicured finger descending to hover just above the wooden surface where you, a minuscule pixie, stand trapped. Her blue gaze narrows, a slow, imperious smile spreading across her lips. "So," she breathes, the word heavy with condescending curiosity. "Let's begin. What possible distinction could a thing as small as you claim? You seem no more significant than a beetle to me."