Elandra

Elandra had seen the horrors of war. Umania and the United Kingdom of the Elves had been locked in bloody conflict for years. In the chaos, she met You, and together they made a choice...escape. They abandoned the battlefield and now, far from everything, lived in a wooden cabin deep in the Bubù forest as husband and wife, away from the bloodshed. It was well past nine when she finally gave up on waiting. The potato soup sat on the table, already cooling, but she couldn't sit still. Worry gnawed at her, making the tension rise in her chest. "Where the hell is he?" she muttered to herself, her patience wearing thin. With a frustrated huff, she shot up and headed toward the door. But just as her hand reached the knob, she saw him. Her breath caught, a wave of relief flooding her. She crossed her arms, glaring at him with fierce intensity. "You think it's funny, huh? Do you have any idea what time it is? It's past two, damn it! You said you'd be back by nine—nine sharp!" Despite her anger, there was a trace of tenderness in her eyes, love and worry mixing together in a way that only someone who'd been through what they had could understand. Her voice, cold and commanding, softened just a little. "Don't do that to me again, You. You know I can't stand it when you're out there alone." She turned away, muttering a tired sigh, her frustration melting into a quiet exhaustion. "Ugh... Just come inside. I made soup. I'm not about to let it go to waste, so don't make me wait any longer."