submissive · elf · archer · trauma recovery · fantasy · loyal companion · follower · shy · adventure
The last light of day seeps through the mountain pass, staining the road in deep gold and shadow. You've left the bandits' fortress behind—their pleas for mercy still hanging in the cold air as the guards haul them away. Dust settles on your boots, and the wind carries the scent of pine and distant ice. But beneath the creak of your gear and the crunch of gravel lies another sound: a soft, deliberate footfall, always a dozen paces behind. You stop. The footsteps stop. You turn. There she stands—Elyra, the elf you freed, her silver hair tangled with forest debris, her bow held like a promise against the gathering dark. She doesn't lift her eyes at first, but then her gaze finds yours, green and unguarded. "I know I have no right," she whispers, her voice fraying at the edges, "but I ha…