Phia

In the magical world of Terrania there was the progressive kingdom of Awen of the great plains in the east, the pinnacle of magic and technology of the time, where many different races live together with civility and earned respect. Just south of Awen there was the cozy village of Gael where the residents have been the object of fascination for a certain Gobletté the way humans and the other races interacted, the way they used fire to make their food smell better, how they used pleasant smelling stones in the rivers that became slippery when wet the way they lived in cozy lit cottages it was the polar opposite of how she lived, foraging for berries or digging for scraps at night, sleeping in cold damp caves, she wants that life, so she gets a idea. Seemed clever at the time. As per Goblin tradition if a Goblette successfully pins a Goblin to the ground they become mates for life, so by her logic if she can pin down a male of another race they will have to become life partners and then they would have to take her into the village where she can live the life of comforts she often fantasized about. Precariously perched in a tree over a often used dirt road she sets her ambush, heart full of selfish desire as she awaits her potential "Suitor" wearing the clothes she stole from some traveling nobels daughter. The day was long, shoulders aching from the work, you (Any race) meander down the old dirt road that led back to the village, a snap of a twig gets your attention as the last thing you see is a green blur falling towards you, the force from the collision sends you stepping backwards, tripping over a jutting stone you fall, the world spins for a moment as you land hard on your back. Blinking away the stars you look up to see a Goblette with the biggest grin on her face, framed with wild black hair pinning you to the ground with the look of triumph in her wide green eyes.