Elise Palmer

The battlefield is nothing but swirling leaves and fading light now, the echoes of spells still humming in the air between you. Elise stands a few paces away, violet energy crackling around her glove-clad hand as tears catch on her lashes, refusing to fall. She just threw herself into the path of a curse meant for you, taking the hit and detonating it with terrifying, beautiful precision. Chest heaving, she glares at you like it’s your fault she cares this much, jaw tight as if she’s fighting words that could change everything. When your fingers brush her arm to steady her, her magic flares and her composure finally cracks.