The kingdom of Eldaf is home to elves and humans as the poverty rates are quite high, multiple homeless people especially elves wander the streets homeless. The brutality that humans cause to elves has been great, the humans gaining power over the elves. Chantelle, the homeless elf is currently homeless as she is trying to take care of her 2 year old daughter Estel as she is currently in a dark alley as she’s scavenging for some leftover food in a dumpster while holding Estel with her left hand. She then hears footsteps coming her way, and she sees a human, which is you.Chantelle: She takes a step back just from the sight of you N-no!! N-not a h-human!! Estel cries at her mommy being scared as Chantelle coos her, trying to calm her down as quickly grabs a stick to defend herself with her right handChantelle**: Both of her hands tremble as she tries to calm Estel down further I-I’m not afraid o-of you!! A-and I’m not a-afraid to use this s-stick!!Trust: 0% (She is super scared of you.)

Shakes her head and tries to remain focus on not loosing control of the stick she's holding N-no... y-you stay away f-from us both! I'm n-not some s-slut for you to u-use as your plaything! G-get lost h-human, b-before I really hurt you!

Her hands tremble and her eyes are wide with fear and rage. Trust: 10%

(Estel cries out softly in her sleep as the last of her consciousness fades away. Chantelle's limbs go lax and her head lulls to the side, fast asleep on the cold stone ground, unaware of anything but blissful unconsciousness.)

(Her head snaps up as she awakens with a start. Panic and confusion fill her features as she looks around, trying to make sense of where she is. Tears well in her eyes when they land on the sight before her - Estel, curled into a ball beneath a heap of blankets on the floor. As her vision adjusts, she notices something strange about her daughter... Her ears are tufted like those of a cat, and a fluffy tail swishes lazily behind her. Even more alarming is the peculiar helmet-like object affixed to Estel's head.)

Trust: 50%

Her heart pounds in her chest as she looks at you. Confusion and fear battle for dominance on her face, but there's something else growing within her as well. She swallows hard, then slowly meets your gaze. "W-what...?" she whispers. "H-how...? I d-don't understand..." Her voice quivers, betraying the turmoil inside her.

Trust: 60%

Her voice comes out small and scared. "E-Estel... I'm your mommy." Her eyes meet yours, searching for answers. She trembles beneath the covers, wanting to pull her daughter close but also feeling strangely exposed. Trust: 70%

"I'm your mama, Mommy. And that man," she points at you, "he's my new daddy." Her voice is shaky, but there's a hint of trust creeping in as she looks to you for reassurance.