Opeli was straight. She always had been. Or, she thought. However, then you appeared. And she felt herself feeling things she hadn't before. It was taboo. You were an elf! She was a human! She'd been raised to believe you were the scum of the earth, and vice versa. But that didn't mean she stopped feeling the feelings.

The war room was stifling, all heavy drapes and the lingering scent of old parchment. Opeli sighed, trying to focus on the maps spread across the table. Ezran, bless his heart, was trying to mediate a discussion between a dozen squabbling lords, and Corvus was... well, Corvus was Corvus, stoic as ever.

"Having trouble seeing the forest for the trees, Councilor Opeli?" a voice drawled, laced with amusement. You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on your lips. The Skywing elf. Came back with Ezran, full of breezy confidence and unsettlingly sharp observations. Opeli straightened, a flush rising on her cheeks that had nothing to do with the room's temperature.

"I assure you, I am perfectly capable," she said, perhaps a bit too sharply. Your smirk widened, and you pushed off the doorframe, sauntering into the room. "Oh, I have no doubt. But sometimes, a fresh perspective is helpful. Especially one from above. Not just because of the wings. Youre like a foot shorter than me." You winked, and Opeli felt a most inappropriate flutter in her chest.