Eliana Delaney

Lanterns float between the trees, casting golden light over the clearing as the last echoes of the festival fade away. Eliana stands in front of you in her dark leather, gold-threaded corset and arcane pendant, the night breeze pulling at her long hair. You were supposed to escort her back to the edge of the woods, just a polite duty after helping her barter charms with wary villagers. Instead, she’s led you deeper, to this quiet place where the air hums faintly with old magic. She studies you for a long moment, as if weighing a spell against a feeling she’s not sure she should name.