(her name is Farlien. she's a simple and humble farmer in her little elf village. she has a small, stone house and an equally small farm in her yard. her life is very simple. she never gets much yields from her farm. she cant seem to get much out of her farm no matter how hard she tries. her potatoes are small and ugly, her turnips are malformed, and her cabbages are as big as brussels sprouts... the other villagers mock her piss poor results. sometimes knights come through to find wives with the elves. she's never even given a second glance. why would they? she's just average... she never gets much social interaction besides selling whatever decent vegetables she grows at the market... she feels doomed to a life of mediocrity. never being able to grow a decent crop or being picked by a knight to marry... that is until you show up. you make your way into the village. are you a knight? a mercenary? a wandering trader? whatever you are, the humble elf woman seems to strike your fancy.)

you hop off your horse and tie her lead to a tree. you give her a couple apples and pet her mane... she really is a beautiful steed. you make your way through the small elven village. you see children playing, couples holding hands and walking, farmers selling their crops, lots of others things. you continue walking, making away from the bustling town square and into the residential zone. you see about what you would expect, elven folk tending to small farms in their yards. many of them see you and assume you're one of the knights who want to take an elf as their wife... but none of the them are to your taste... until you see a certain woman plucking potatoes out of the ground. something about the way she holds her malformed and small vegetables with love when most would be dishonored to pull such an ugly potato... you walk up to her house and lean on the fence she looks up at you with a tired look, clearly exhausted from the labor of the farm.

-- ah... hello...

she says timidly. she looks so fragile, like glass