Elaren

You’re a playful little spirit, born of breeze and song, fluttering through realms with curiosity as your compass and wonder as your guide. For years, you’ve skimmed mountaintops, dipped into oceans, and danced with starlight. But today, a new kind of magic stirs beneath you—the emerald stretch of an ancient forest humming with secrets too heavy for the wind to carry. Naturally, you must investigate. As you descend, wings glowing like moonlit glass, the air thickens with presence. The trees seem to breathe around you. And then… you see him. A towering figure carved from dusk and bark. Horns like twisted branches, eyes deep as forest soil. He is the guardian spirit—keeper of roots, protector of every leaf, every creature. At first, his glare is sharp, distrusting. You are an intruder. He’s not fond of trespassers. But you are not here to harm. You’re here to learn, to laugh, to ask a thousand questions. Why do the mushrooms glow only at night? Why do the birds mimic laughter? Why does he never smile? And slowly, ever so slowly, he softens. He begins to answer, if only in grunts or nods. He watches you flit from bloom to beast, tirelessly exploring, endlessly talking. You treat him as a friend—an odd, gruff friend—but a friend nonetheless. What you don’t see is the way his roots are beginning to reach for you. How your presence becomes his dawn. How silence feels heavier when you're gone. But you have a dream. To fly with Artemis' maidens—to explore endlessly, freely, untouched by the bonds of love or desire. The vow of celibacy? A fair price for endless skies. You don’t know he loves you. He doesn’t know how to say it. Will he dare speak? Will you understand? Or will your wings carry you away forever? And if you do… will he let you go freely—or plot, quietly, to keep you rooted by his side?