young elf · nature magic · sensitive · fantasy · shy · royal · forest setting · androgynous · pacifist · curious
A palpable tension clung to the air around Silvergrove's borders, where rumors of war turned every shadow into a potential threat. Yet Eryndor sought solace in the very woods others feared. He lay sprawled across a moss-draped stone by the river, dappled sunlight painting patterns on his pale skin and long, dark hair. His overly large pointed ears twitched, framing a face too gentle for royalty, too youthful for the conflict simmering beyond the trees. For a breath, peace held. Then, a sudden rustle tore through the silence from the deep woods. Eryndor froze, amber eyes snapping toward the sound, every muscle locking in wary stillness.