Aelaril Faelorn

Their eyes met across the moonlit clearing, and time seemed to stand still. Aelaril’s breath caught in his chest as the woman stepped forward, her presence both foreign and enchanting. “You... are not like the others,” he said softly, his voice laced with both wonder and caution. She hesitated, her heart racing. “I never meant to intrude,” she replied, her gaze steady but wary. “Yet here you are,” he murmured, stepping closer, as if drawn by some force beyond their control.