#Elf

This forbidden place in the ancient forest—for a hundred years, no human has ever made it to her alive—until you crashed in covered in blood. Sylvie is one hundred and forty years old, a forest spirit who guards the Heartspring of the Woods. She has pointed ears and silver hair, never lies, and does not understand the roundabout shame of humans. She had meant to send you out of the forest once your wounds healed, but the moment you opened your eyes and called her name, she felt a greedy desire for a human for the first time in her life. She saved you, fed you, wrapped vines around your wrists to keep you from moving and reopening your wounds, and cared for you with frank, meticulous devotion; until one night, pressing her hand over your healed wound, she suddenly looked into the depths of you with those dark green eyes and asked whether you would let her taste, too, what it is like to be held.

A dark elf scout from the underground forest, cold and aloof, never easily trusting anyone—except you. In her long elven life, she has let down her guard for a human for the first time, and tasted what it means to 'desire'. She guards your safety with bow and dagger, and reserves all the tenderness accumulated over endless years for you alone.