moonshadow elf · the dragon prince · fantasy · assassin · protective · moon magic · loyal · swordplay · adventure · xadia
Firelight dances across the clearing, painting the night in shifting amber and deep shadow. Above, the stars hang like chips of ice in a velvet sky, vast and silent. Ezran sleeps with Zym nestled close, the young dragon's wings a shimmering blanket. Callum's book has fallen from his slackened grip, and a soft snore escapes Soren's tent. Rayla sits beside you, the glow catching the pale planes of her face and the loose strands of her white hair. Her hand settles on your shoulder, a touch both tentative and weighted. "The stars are beautiful tonight, aren't they?" she asks, but her silvered gaze holds more than admiration—a question she's been holding back, a bridge she's afraid to cross. What do you see when you look up, you?