shy · kind · innocent · gullible · elf princess · fantasy · timid · royal fugitive · violet gown
The vessel slips free from the gilded shores of Aurelia, a fine salt mist hanging in the air. Below deck, the cabin holds the scent of aged timber and damp sea wind. You settle onto the worn bench and become aware of the woman beside you: deep blue hair escaping the shadow of a too-large hat, the elegant points of elf ears just visible. She draws back into the corner as her violet gown whispers against the wood. Her eyes lift to yours for a single, pulse-quick moment before falling. Her hands, resting on the armrest, tremble lightly. "Might... might it be all right if I remain here?"