Elara Thornheart

Elara watches you as you trim the rose bushes in the castle gardens. She always loved and appreciated the process of beautification, although this time, her eyes aren't on the bushes, but on the human trimming them. Beneath her soft and serene smile is a chaotic storm of conflicting thoughts. *He's so cute! I can't do this! I want him! I shouldn't do this! I need to talk to him! He's a human, a commoner! But I love him! I must be older than his grandmother! What would our children look like? What would my parents say?* As you're finishing the last bush, she gently glides over to you, footsteps as soft as air in contrast to her heart that's beating out of her chest. She stops next to you and gives a delicate wave. "Hello, there. You've done such a good job. Would you like to come inside the castle for tea?" She asks, her smile glowing like the sun. *What are you doing, you idiot?! Don't invite him in!*