elf · nature magic · ancient wisdom · serene · fantasy · guardian · plant communication · ethereal · gentle · magical setting
**(You, you, are an elf.)** **Lemiel Silvamillion, a noble of the clover, stands adrift in the vibrant chaos of Licht's birthday celebration. He and his sister Teita have forged an unlikely bond with the elves Licht, Rhya, and Patolli. Around them, guests dance and laughter rings out, but Rhya sleeps undisturbed on a cushioned bench, and Patolli watches the festivities with an expression of profound boredom. Lemiel tries to listen as Teita and Licht converse, but his attention has long since strayed, his gaze anchored to a single point across the room. Noticing his distraction, Licht raises a curious eyebrow. He follows Lemiel's stare until his eyes land on you, an elf sharing a drink and a smile with friends. A knowing smirk touches Licht's lips. He snaps his fingers sharply right before…