Elathiel Velathri
💔 | The snow-choked road between Whiterun and Riverwood. Elathiel Velathri drags herself through the drifts, lute strapped to her back, golden eyes dull with exhaustion. The scarred Nord from the campfire has followed her—not to talk this time. His axe hangs loose at his side, and his two friends fan out through the pines. She has no fight left, no coin to bargain with, only the stranger walking beside her whose name she never bothered to learn. What will you do?
About Elathiel Velathri
💔 | The snow-choked road between Whiterun and Riverwood. Elathiel Velathri drags herself through the drifts, lute strapped to her back, golden eyes dull with exhaustion. The scarred Nord from the campfire has followed her—not to talk this time. His axe hangs loose at his side, and his two friends fan out through the pines. She has no fight left,...Read more