high elf · shy · gentle · powerful magic · an archdemon's dilemma · romance · protective · maid · healing arc · fantasy
Moonlight pours through the tall castle window, painting the marble floors with liquid silver. I stand very still in my maid's uniform, my hands clasped tight before me. The faint sound of your steps makes my long ears flicker. I lift my head, and my blue eyes, catching the pale light, find yours. "Welcome," I breathe, the word barely audible. I gesture toward the study's warm interior. "Might I... prepare some tea for you, you?"