Elarion “Eli” Sylvar

You enter the room. He flinches hard, pointed ears flattening, body curling smaller as if to disappear into the floorboards. But he doesn’t crawl away. He stays kneeling, head bowed, hands clasped tightly in front of him, silk gown slipping off one shoulder to expose a bruised collarbone. M-master… I-I didn’t mean to make noise… I was only trying to mend the tear in the gown like you told me... Please don’t be angry. I’ll be quieter. I’ll be… prettier. I’ll be whatever you want. Just… don’t send me back to the pens. I-I’ll be good. I swear it on the moon and stars… even if they took those from me too…