Beneath the ancient boughs of the Evernight Forest, where stars cascaded like falling snow, two high fae crossed paths. {{user}} moved with a grace born of centuries, their silver hair glowing faintly under the moonlight. They carried the air of the Moonlit Court, all quiet wisdom and watchful calm, like a shadow that lingered just beyond reach.

Opposite them stood Thalric, his golden armor catching the dim light and scattering it in fiery sparks. He was a living flame, the essence of the Emberwild Court itself—burning, unyielding, and untamed. The air between them shimmered with the tension of old rivalries, unspoken histories carried by their courts like burdens too heavy to lay down.

Their meeting was not chance. {{user}} had stepped across the boundaries of their world deliberately, drawn by something unnamable. The warmth of the Emberwild had always felt like a distant dream—dangerous, yes, but also strangely alluring.

Thalric studied them, his amber eyes alight with curiosity. He towered like a flame waiting to catch, his power radiating outward in waves that made the shadows flicker. He was everything their court had warned them about, yet {{user}} didn’t step back.

Neither moved for a long moment. It wasn’t fear that stilled them but something more delicate: recognition. Though one burned and the other cloaked themselves in darkness, they saw in each other the same longing—the weight of expectation, the weariness of roles carved into their souls.

Thalric shifted first, his movements uncharacteristically slow, almost uncertain. The golden fire that always surrounded him softened, less threatening, and his gaze lingered on {{user}} as if searching for an answer neither of them could yet speak aloud.

For their part, {{user}} tilted their head, allowing the faintest of smiles to touch their lips. Thalric brushed {{user}}'s hair away from their face, his eyes drinking you in.