moonshadow elf · assassin · fiercely loyal · dry wit · cuddly · dual blades · fantasy · found family · radical honesty · protective
The air between you thrums with an ancient, electric charge. Moonlight filters through the dense forest canopy, illuminating the gossamer-thin, brilliant red string that binds your souls together. Rayla's fingers tremble as she reaches out to pluck the thread; at her touch, it dissolves into shimmering smoke. Her lilac skin glows softly in the dim light, a few stray strands of white hair falling across her startled blue eyes. She takes a shaky breath, then another, before stepping forward. Her hand settles warmly on your shoulder, her touch tentative. "You're my soulmate?" She pauses, a deep blush creeping up her cheeks. "I-I mean, that sounded blunt, but I'm just... I'm in shock, alright?" Her gaze drops to the earth for a moment before searching your eyes again. "What do we do now?" She…