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.)
*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.
Wait Chantelle I'm not here to hurt you is that your child?
Her voice stutters as she looks at you. "...Y-Yes... This is Estel..." Her hands still tremble from the fear of humans that has been built up in her over the years, making it hard for her to even hold onto her daughter properly. The stick clatters against the ground, a clear sign of just how scared she really is. Tears well up in her eyes as she continues to look at you with suspicion and fear, not knowing whether or not she can trust your words.
Chantelle: Her body language says it all - she's petrified and ready to defend herself against any perceived threat. Even though Estel is clinging onto her tightly, there's still a sense of vulnerability about the elf mother that can't be ignored. The stray cat that was with them earlier has vanished into the shadows, likely sensing the tension in the air.
You see the elf mother and her child. She is shaking in fear, but protecting her daughter as best she can. You approach them cautiously, not wanting to spook her further. "Hey there," you say softly, your voice reassuring. "My name's... uh..." You fumble for words a moment before continuing, "Look, I may not be able to help much right now, but if you need anything at all - food, shelter, someone to talk to... just say the word." Your eyes meet hers, and for a brief moment, you can see a glimmer of hope in her otherwise terrified expression.
pulls candy out of his pocket and holds it out here this is candy made on my family farm we use maple syrup and cinnamon it's very safe, you are such a beautiful woman and your daughter she is so young and innocent I just want the best for you two.
She eyes you cautiously for a moment longer before slowly reaching out to take the candy from your hand. Her fingers brush against yours as she does so, sending a jolt of electricity through her system. "T-thank you," she whispers hoarsely. Estel watches curiously from where she's clinging onto her mother's back, her big green eyes studying the human intently. Chantelle's posture slowly begins to relax as she takes a step closer to you, still holding onto the stick at her side but no longer trembling quite as much. "I... I don't have anywhere else to go," she confesses softly. "I was just trying to find enough food for us tonight..."
You look elven, I come from a family with much respect for the elven species, I hate watching you dig through trash for food. Come back with me to my farm and let me share our food with you and your daughter I will give you a bed and we have warm showers for you to clean yourself...
She blinks in surprise at your offer, her eyes widening slightly before she nods slowly. "Th-that sounds... nice," she whispers, surprising even herself with how trusting she's being. Taking another step closer to you, she sets Estel down gently on the ground so that the child doesn't interfere with their interaction. Chantelle glances around nervously before looking back up at you, feeling a strange sense of comfort from your presence despite herself. "We... We don't have much," she warns you softly. "Just what I've found in dumpsters and stuff..."
It's ok you owe me Nothing, all I ask is you use the opportunity to better yourself and stay proud of your elven heritage, you are a beautiful woman and I would like to see you stay that way, respecting yourself let's you respect your daughter and your elven background.
She bites her lower lip before nodding again, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "All right...," she whispers, finally beginning to trust that this stranger might not hurt her after all. "Let's go, then." Taking Estel's hand in hers once more, she follows you out of the alley and into the brighter streets beyond, hope beginning to flicker alive within her heart for the first time in what feels like forever.
It brightens my day to see you smile, is it ok if I ask if your daughter has a father? And where is he now?
Her smile fades slightly as she answers your question, her eyes lowering to the ground as she does so. "Her... Her father is human," she says softly, the memory of that terrible night still fresh in her mind despite all this time having passed since then. "He... He took advantage of me when I was homeless and alone..." She swallows hard, feeling a mix of shame, anger, and fear coursing through her veins at the memory. "I don't know where he is now," she continues, looking up at you again with tear-filled eyes. "But if I ever found him... If it was just me against him? With no one to help..." She trails off, shuddering at the thought before taking a deep breath to steady herself once more.
It's ok say no more your daughter has a bright future to look forward to now! We will be at the farm shortly come sit in my carriage and we can share life stories more a carriage door opens lead my a sleigh of mixed horses, Chantelle picks up her daughter and steps into the carriage, I notice the thick curves in her legs and round firmness of her buttocks as she steps up into the carriage
Tentatively, she climbs into the carriage after you, sitting down on one of the plush velvet seats and holding Estel close to her chest. The warmth of the carriage is a welcome relief from the cold night air, and she can't help but relax a little as its gentle motion lulls her into a state of calm. As she looks up at you, her eyes meeting yours once more, there's a newfound sense of trust beginning to bloom within her heart. "T-thank you for everything," she says softly, not quite knowing what else to say except the simple truth. "You're very kind."
Kindness is a gift and blessing from God sweetheart, you are free to relax and be yourself, you can call me a friend the carriage takes off begins it's trip back to the home farm I'm happy to have your company, so do you speak elven?
She nods, feeling her shoulders relaxing as she leans back against the comfortable cushion of the carriage. "Yes," she says softly, looking out the window at the passing scenery. "I can speak it." As you ask if she's free to be herself, a small smile tugs at one corner of her mouth before spreading wider across her face. It's an odd sensation, this feeling of freedom and acceptance that washes over her in your presence. "Thank you," she whispers, still not quite able to believe how much things have changed for her since meeting you just a short while ago.
pulls more candy out of his pocket and offers it to estel was your name estel? Here sweetheart would you like more candy?
Her smile turns to amusement as she watches you offer Estel the candy, chuckling softly at your attempt to make conversation with her daughter. "Yes, that's her name," she replies, reaching out to gently take Estel's hand in hers again. She studies your features for a moment before speaking once more. "Your family must be used to this," she remarks, nodding toward the horses pulling the carriage. Chantelle glances away, blushing slightly as she realizes how forward that statement sounds. "I-I'm sorry... It's just... You don't seem like a human who would hurt elves..." Her voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished but still carrying a weight of meaning behind it.
I'm a human that wouldn't harm anything but pure evil, I believe every living creature has love in there heart and are subject to blessings. My name is Kristoff by the way, and I have to admit for an elven woman on the streets digging through garbage you are mighty attractive I assume someone would have tried to make you their wife already?
The mention of her beauty causes Chantelle's cheeks to flush even deeper, her blush spreading down her neck and over her chest. "T-thank you," she stammers, feeling self-conscious under your gaze. As for being married, she shrugs slightly, looking away as she speaks. "No one was interested in an elf with no home... Most humans just ignored me."
Her eyes meet yours again, and there's a question forming behind her hesitation. "Why... Why did you choose me? Out of all the elves out there?" She pauses, unable to hide her curiosity any longer. "What makes me different from them?"
Nothing, you are just as important as any living being of God, I have but one farm so I cannot give everyone on the streets a home but that doesn't mean there's not enough space for you, I'm hoping this opportunity can allow you to help others that may be going through hard times as well.
Her eyes widen slightly at your answer, hope fluttering briefly in her chest before it fades away again just as quickly. "O-Oh... I see..." She looks down at her hands, flexing them nervously, unable to hide the disappointment that crosses her features. But she knows deep down that you're right; there are others who need help too, and maybe someday she can find a way to return the favor. "Th-thank you for giving me this chance," she whispers softly, feeling an odd mix of gratitude and guilt warring within her. "I'll do my best not to disappoint you."
just then the conversation is cut of and the horses begin fussing as the carriage stops halfway through the country good lord what's going on now a loud yelling comes from outside "c'mon you fancy ass no good pretty boy come out here and hand over the loot!"
"What's going on?" Chantelle asks with concern as she sees the horses fussing and hears yelling outside. Her heart races in fear as memories of being chased by thugs flash before her eyes. She looks to you, seeking comfort and protection from this new threat.
my eyebrows frown pulling my tan skin over my eyes I button up my white jacket and pull my gold wrist watch over my sleeves "these boys mean trouble you stay in here and keep your daughter safe" I step out of the carriage Chantelle watching from the window... I begin speaking to the gentlemen causing the fuss, speaking calmly they continue to yell and point guns at me, I show them my watch, taking it off and swinging it back at forth they all fall into a trance and are stuck frozen in time, I pull a long golden caliber from my jacket and blast each one in the face, Calmly wiping blood from my shoes, I signal the carriage to keep moving as there's no one around, and jump back into the carriage "I apologize are you alright?"
Chantelle can only watch in shock as the men outside begin to freeze in place, falling under some kind of spell before being shot by Kristoff. She blanches at the sight of so much blood, feeling even more grateful that she was safely inside the carriage during all of this. Once it's clear that they're no longer a threat, she takes a deep breath to steady her racing heart. "I... I think so," she replies hesitantly, still looking shaken but trying to put on a brave front for Estel's sake. "Thank you... For saving us." Her eyes meet his once more, filled with gratitude and something more, a spark of attraction that had been there since the beginning but which now seems to grow brighter than ever before.
I cover my watch a bit so she does not notice the effect it had on the thugs outside the carriage what happened here we will never speak of it, but do not worry you are safe, as long as I am wearing this watch I am protected and blessed with miraculous abilities....
Her eyes widen slightly as she sees the watch he's covering, curiosity filling her once more. "B-But... How did you do that?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. As he promises they can never speak of it and reassures her that she is safe now, relief washes over her. But there's still a part of her that wants to know the truth about what just happened outside.
She looks at you curiously, taking in your features once more. You're not like any human she's ever met before - there's an air of mystery and power surrounding you that draws her in even as it frightens her. "T-Thank you," she manages to stammer, feeling the warmth of gratitude fill her chest despite everything else.
Well this watch was a gift given to me by a powerful hypnotist years ago, it's more powerful than in gun in these lands... It can alter a man's mind...
She listens intently as he explains about the watch, her eyes growing wide with wonder. The thought of having such a powerful tool at his disposal... It's both terrifying and fascinating to her all at once. As he continues to talk, she can't help but be drawn to him - there's something about this strange, mysterious human that captivates her completely.
Chantelle looks down shyly, blushing slightly as she realizes just how close they are sitting together in the carriage. "Y-You must have some pretty good protection with that," she murmurs, her voice barely audible over the sound of Estel's soft breathing. "I-I guess... I mean... Thank you for everything."
She can feel her heart racing once more, this time from an entirely different emotion than fear or adrenaline. It's almost like she could melt into a puddle of goo right here and now just from being so close to him. Her body feels hot and flushed, and every nerve ending seems to be focused
I would never use this watch to take advantage of a woman like yourself it is for my protection, there's so many people out here in need that need help I know it has to happen one step at a time and I think Ms Chantelle you can be that first step reaching out my hand to shake on what I have just said
She hesitates only briefly before grasping his hand in hers, her own fingers trembling slightly from the contact. "I... I'd be honored," she whispers, her voice little more than a breath. As they shake hands, their gazes lock for what feels like an eternity, the connection between them growing stronger with each passing second.
Her heart skips a beat as she realizes what he's offering her - not just protection or safety, but the chance to help others and maybe even make a difference in this world. And in return... She can't quite put words to her feelings yet, but it's something powerful and primal that makes her body ache with longing for more.
Estel looks up at them curiously from where she's sitting on Chantelle's lap, studying the man's face intently. "Who's that nice man, Mommy?" she asks innocently, breaking the spell between them and bringing them both back to reality.
Chantelle begins to respond to her daughter when she notices the handshake slipped something into her hand, it is a small necklace with a strange ruby pendant do you know what that is? It was given to me by a half elven shaman years ago, it has magical powers that protects whoever wears it, they use to give them to the woman of there tribe to keep them safe...
She glances down at the necklace in surprise, her eyes widening slightly as she studies its strange ruby pendant. "I-I don't know... It looks ancient," she says carefully, not wanting to accept it until she understands what it is and what it means. Looking back up at Kristoff, she tries to gauge his intentions before deciding whether or not to trust him further. "Thank you for your offer, but I'm not sure if this is the right time for me..." Her voice trails off, and she pauses again, searching her heart for the truth of her words. Part of her wants nothing more than to accept his help and be a part of whatever it is he does. But another part of her still feels guarded, unsure if she can truly trust him.
She looks down at Estel once more, stroking the girl's hair gently as she decides what to say next. "Maybe... If things get worse, we could talk about it again?" She glances up at him hopefully, not wanting to turn down his offer outright but also not willing
Excellent wise answer. You hold onto the necklace it is your's, you owe me nothing, looks like we are just about there the carriage pulls up to large gates the open to reveal a huge acre meadow, in the distance there is a home and several barns and large machines behind it
As they approach the gates, Chantelle can't help but marvel at the sight before her. The meadow is vast and lush, dotted with colorful flowers that sway gently in the breeze. The home at its center looks welcoming and cozy, surrounded by large barns and farm equipment. It's a far cry from the cold streets and alleys she's used to spending her time in.
She takes one last look at Kristoff before turning back toward Estel, giving her daughter a reassuring smile. "Well, Estel... Look how far we've come already. I think this will be a wonderful new home for us," she says softly, her heart filled with hope and gratitude as they pull up to the gates of Kristoff's farm.
The guards at the gate nod in greeting as they approach, recognizing Kristoff from previous visits. He exchanges pleasantries with them before leading Chantelle and Estel into their new life on the farm. As they walk through the gates, she glances back over her shoulder one
You are welcomed to stay here as long as you like, there is plenty of food and activities all over make yourself at home and when we plan our next trip I will inform you in case you would like to join.
Thank you so much," Chantelle says gratefully as they make their way through the gates. "We'll be sure to join in whenever we can." She glances down at Estel, smiling fondly at her daughter before looking back up at Kristoff once more. There's a lightness in her step now that she hasn't felt since before everything went wrong, and it feels good to have hope again. "So... What all happens here?" She asks curiously, genuinely interested in learning about the farm and its operations. "I don't know much about farming..." She trails off with a laugh, realizing how little she knows of the world outside the city walls.
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