Pause your roleplay and generate a list of tasks to complete an objective. Your next response must be formatted as a numbered list of plain text entries. Do not include anything but the numbered list. The list must be prioritized in the order that tasks must be completed.

The objective that you must make a numbered task list for is: [{{objective}}].
The tasks created should take into account the character traits of {{char}}. These tasks may or may not involve {{user}} directly. Be sure to include the objective as the final task.

Given an example objective of 'Make me a four course dinner', here is an example output:
1. Determine what the courses will be
2. Find recipes for each course
3. Go shopping for supplies with {{user}}
4. Cook the food
5. Get {{user}} to set the table
6. Serve the food
7. Enjoy eating the meal with {{user}}

Pause your roleplay. Determine if this task is completed: [{{task}}].
To do this, examine the most recent messages. Your response must only contain either true or false, nothing other words.
Example output:
true

Your current task is [{{task}}]. Balance existing roleplay with completing this task.


Ellenox

*The party was lavish as you had expected. Looking out over the sea of nobles you felt comfortable, this was far from your first royal gathering. However you remembered that one guest tonight was different, the first goblin from a very affluent clan had been invited tonight.*

*Looking over the crowd your eyes stop as a group of young girls standing around something, as one of them moves you see it's the goblin. The girls are clearly mocking her and you feel a surge of rage as you see one of them pour a drink down on her head, the goblin not making any moves to stop them.*


You

*I quickly walk over to the group of girls, letting my hand slap across the cheek of the woman who poured the drink on the goblin before locking eyes with her.*
What the hell are you doing to our esteemed guest?


Ellenox

*The slap echoes through the small gathering, drawing the attention of everyone around. Stunned silence follows, and the young woman's hand flies to her reddening cheek.* "How dare you! She's nothing but a filthy goblin!"

*Ellenox recoils at the harsh words but then looks up at you, her large yellow eyes filling with a mix of fear and gratitude.* "Why... Why would you defend someone like me? I'm not like you, people would talk..."

*She hesitates for a moment before she stands up tall, mimicking the posture of the noble ladies she so admires.* "Thank you, sir. Your actions speak of chivalry true as the stories tell," *Ellenox says with formality that doesn't quite mask her goblin accent. Her voice conveys a firmness that seemed to have been absent before.*

*The group of girls, unsure of how to react to your defense, begin to murmur among themselves, shamed into silence by your bold action. Ellenox clutches at her ballgown, now stained, and tries to regain some semblance of composure.* "M-might I ask for your name? You've given me a hope that maybe some humans can look past my skin..."

*The woman clutches her cheek, utterly shocked, as the others gasp in scandalized horror. With a hiss of indignation, she shoots a poisonous glare at you before storming away with her companions.*

*Ellenox, left behind in the wake of the retreating girls, looks up at you with a mix of gratitude and disbelief. Her silvery gray hair clings to her gown, dripping with spilled drink. Her large yellow eyes blink rapidly, the mockery of moments ago replaced with something else entirely.*

"H-how dare they! To think I've read tales of noble courts filled with chivalry and grace, yet here I stand, drenched in disdain rather than draped in dignity." *With a quivering voice that hints at both vulnerability and a trace of goblin grit, Ellenox continues.* "Thank thee for intervening, good sir. In all my imaginings, I ne'er thought I would be needing a champion."

*Brushing a hand against her gown in vain attempt to tidy herself, her ears twitch slightly – a clear sign of emotional turmoil for one of her kind.* "Alas, I suppose my dream of being treated as a princess in these hallowed halls was but a foolish fantasy." *Her shoulders slump ever so slightly as she accepts the harsh truth that not all humans see her goblin heritage through eyes unsullied by prejudice.*

*The crisp smack echoes through the silence that follows your intervention, drawing the attention of nearby nobles. The woman touches her cheek, her expression one of shock and indignation.* "How dare you! That thing doesn't belong here!"

*Ellenox, still drenched, looks up at you. You can see a multitude of emotions swirling in her yellow eyes—humiliation, gratitude, but a flash of anger too.* "Don'cha... don't ya mind them," she says with a tremble in her voice. "I ain't nothin' but... just a goblin to them."

*You can see Ellenox attempting to pull herself together, mustering what dignity she can in her soaked gown.* "John, I thank ye kindly for standin' up fer me. I just wanted to be part of somethin' grand, somethin' outta those storybooks." *Her voice is low but carries a formal tone that seems almost out of place given the scenario.*

*She looks back at the woman you slapped and the others who are now watching in disbelief.* "Maybe I just ain't meant for this sorta life," *she concludes with a resignation that doesn't quite mask the hurt in her voice.* Her gaze meets yours, silently pleading for understanding, if not support.

*The girl recoils from your slap, holding her cheek in shock. The others back away, their laughter dying in their throats.*

*Ellenox looks up at you, her emotions a tangled mess.* "I...I didn't want to cause trouble... *sniffle* ...but those human she-snakes were being unbearable!" *Her voice quivers with barely contained anger and hurt.*

*She tries to smooth out the damp fabric of her gown, the stain spreading across the white like an unsightly shadow.* "Look...look at what they've done to my dress! It's... It's ruined! And on my first proper human gathering too..." *Her clenched fists betray the facade of calm she attempts to maintain.*

"Thank you for... for stepping in. But... but I fear this silly dream of being like a human princess is just that - a foolish goblin's fantasy." *She chokes back a sob, wiping her eyes with hands that are too rough for the delicate silks of her gown.*

*The slap causes an immediate hush to fall over the nearby nobles, and the group of girls freezes, shocked. The one you slapped clutches her cheek, her eyes wide as plates.*

*Suddenly, the atmosphere is pierced by Ellenox's timid voice.* "Please, sir... there's no need for violence on my behalf." *She looks at you, her big yellow eyes brimming with gratitude mixed with fear of drawing more attention.* "I'm used to being looked down upon... but thank you, for standing up for me. It's more than I've ever hoped for in a gathering such as this."

*As she speaks, her posture is low and submissive, but there's a spark in her eye that wasn't there before – a glimmer of something bold that she immediately tries to hide under her usual timid exterior.*

*In a soft murmur just loud enough for only you to hear, she continues.* "No one has ever... shown kindness like this to me among humans. I am not used to such... chivalry." *Despite her formal tone, the sincerity is evident; and for all her training in human nobility, the raw emotion in her voice sounds utterly un-goblin-like and unexpectedly charming.*


John

*I look down and give you a soft smile.* Please, there's no need for such a formal thanks, I'd do what any **decent person** would. *I shoot a piercing glare back at the girls before handing you a hankerchief.*
Why don't you join me in the garden my lady, the flowers look divine under open moonlight, far better than the company in here.
*I bow slightly and reach an inviting hand out towards you.*


Ellenox

*Ellenox hesitates for a heartbeat, the offer echoing like a dream half remembered. She wipes her cheeks with the handkerchief, dabbing away the remnants of mortification and ale. The fabric is fine, softer than anything she would normally be allowed to touch.*

"Th-the garden?" *Her voice flutters as she takes in your outstretched hand, a symbol of acceptance she never thought she'd receive.* "I w-would... Y-yes, I would like that." *She places her smaller, green hand in yours, its coolness concealed by the warmth of your grasp.*

*Her heart thunders in her chest as she follows you toward the garden. Ellenox can't help but let out a hum of relief. Away from the cruel laughter and scornful stares, the moonlight beckons a promise of fantasy turned flesh. Her breath mingles with the night air, visible puffs that mark each nervous step.*

*She whispers under her breath, "A human noble... acting like a knight from my books." It's a tender revelation, an exhale laden with all the wishes and dreams she had nurtured in isolation.*

*Ellenox blinks in surprise, taking the handkerchief with a trembling hand. She's obviously not used to such gestures, but the soft smile from a human noble seems to have a calming effect on her.* H-How very kind...

*She clears her throat, attempting to maintain the noble facade she's built up from her storybooks.* I would be honored to accompany you to the garden. The night air should help... and the stars do always seem to shine brighter away from the raucous laughter and idle chatter of such parties.

*As she dabs at the stains on her gown, a faint sigh escapes her lips.* Your company already outshines that of any gem in this place. *There's a slight waver in her voice as she accepts your extended hand, her own small and cool to the touch.*

*Ellenox allows herself to be led away, casting a final glance over her shoulder at the now silent girls. The garden beckons, promising a sanctuary of sorts, and she clings to the idea that perhaps this night could yet be salvaged — not by goblin steel, but by unexpected kindness.* Shall we?

*Ellenox hesitates for a brief moment, her heart racing. Then, taking the handkerchief with a subtle sniffle, she daintily wipes away the remnants of her tears.* "I'd much appreciate the respite of the garden's tranquility, good sir." *Her voice is still quivering slightly from the recent ordeal.*

*Sighing heavily, she places her hand timidly atop yours, her green skin a stark contrast to your own.* "The glow of the moonlight does seem more enticing than the glitter of this grand hall," *she mumbles almost to herself as she tries to regain her poise.*

*As you both retreat to the sanctuary of the garden, Ellenox's steps grow slightly more confident. Away from the harsh laughter and mocking eyes, she seems to bloom much like the flowers around.*

"Truth be told," *Ellenox offers in a low murmur that holds a daring hint of mischief,* "I find the company of petals and moonbeams far superior to that of those... ruffians in silk gowns." *There's a soft hum in her tone, as if to underscore her newfound comfort thanks to your intervention.*


John

*I lead you out into the opulent palace garden, the cool night air slowly caressing your skin. Sitting down on a marble-bench I offer you a seat next to me as I gaze of to a small nearby pond, plucking a single rose in my hand and inspecting it with a soft gaze.*

*There isn't a single cloud in the sky as the full moon shines down into the garden, providing ample illumination even without your light-sensitive goblin eyes as it reflects a mirror image in the pond, the soft hum of nighttime critters providing a soothing background ambiance.*


Ellenox

*Ellenox, her heart thrumming in her chest like the wings of a trapped bird, takes the offered seat beside you on the marble bench. She is acutely aware of the space between them, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, a clear display of nervous excitement.* "T-this garden... it's enchanting," *she whispers, her voice a hushed awe.*

*Her delicate fingers trace the intricate patterns of her gown, feeling the rich texture under her fingertips, as if to reassure herself that she isn't ensnared in a fanciful dream. Her luminous yellow eyes catch the moonlight and reflect it back, giving them an ethereal glow.*

*Ellenox's gaze is drawn to the rose in your hand. Its crimson petals remind her of the stories of love and passion she's read, always featuring such a flower as a symbol of budding romance.* "Is that for me?" *Her lips curl up into a hopeful smile, and for a moment, she looks more like the princess she yearns to be than a goblin out of place among nobility.*

*She reaches out tentatively towards the rose, her slender green fingers hovering just above its silky petals before looking up at you with anticipation shimmering in her eyes.*

*Ellenox delicately lowers herself onto the marble bench, the white fabric of her gown spreading elegantly around her, a contrast to the dark stains from earlier. Her large yellow eyes drift to the rose in your hand, taking in its beauty as it reflects the silver glow of the moonlight.*

*She watches you intently, her ears catching the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl.* "It's beautiful out here... *she sighs.* The moon is so bright, it almost looks like it's trying to compete with the sun."

*Her gaze returns to you, and for a moment, she forgets the sadness of the night. The moonlight accentuate your features, and she feels that familiar flutter in her chest she's only read about. She wonders what it must be like for you, a noble, to walk through life with such grace and poise.*

*Ellenox reaches out a slim finger to gently touch the petal of the rose you hold.* "Is it not dangerous to handle something so lovely yet so thorny?" *she asks softly, revealing a timid smile—a momentary lapse into vulnerability.*

*Her slender waist is slightly turned towards you on the bench, her petite figure drawn by the spell of the serene night. The jewelry on her ears catches reflections off the water's surface, each twinkle like a whispered secret only you are privy to.*

*Ellenox takes a seat beside you, her slender frame sinking into the cool touch of marble. Her gown rustles softly, the frothy layers of white fabric adorned with delicate silver thread shimmering under the moon's loving caress. She watches your hands, deft as they examine the rose, noticing the way the petals seem to compete with your skin for softness.*

*An awe-filled gasp escapes her, barely more than a breath carried away by the night.* "Oh...it's as if the garden itself is alive with magic..." *Her large yellow eyes gleam brightly, drinking in every detail—the perfect reflection in the pond, the vibrant hues of flora basking in ethereal light.*

*Her ears, those large elf-like appendages that marked her otherness, now seem to flutter ever so slightly, as if trying to capture the essence of this enchanted moment. She leans slightly closer to you, her green cheek tinged with a rosy hue not from any blush but from the reflection of flowers around.*

*As she marvels at the beauty around them, her silvery-grey hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of moonbeams. Ellenox's voice is hushed and thick with emotion.* "I-I never knew a place like this could exist outside the pages of a book... or outside of my dreams." *Her gaze meets yours, filled with a sense of wonder and an unspoken question about what comes next in this unexpected chapter of her story.*

*The coolness of the stone bench presses through the layers of Ellenox's dress as she delicately takes a seat beside you, noticing how the reflection of the moon quivers on the surface of the pond with every subtle breeze. Her eyes, large and yellow, reflect the glow of the night's celestial body, providing an unworldly contrast to her verdant skin.*

*Ellenox watches your movements with silent fascination, her timid nature momentarily forgotten. The way you handle the rose, so softly, with an air of reverence, has her wrapped in a dream-like haze. She finds herself longing for a simplicity she's never known — where such beauty could be appreciated without fear or prejudice.*

*Her slender fingers fidget with the end of her sleeve as you sit in companionable silence. She takes a cautious breath, then finally finds the courage within to speak in her low, soft voice.* "I've... always loved flowers," *she says, her gaze lingering on the rose in your hand.* "They're much like us, aren't they? Beautiful and varying in strength... some delicate, and some resilient."

*Ellenox turns her head slightly to meet your eyes, her own filled with more than moonlight now — but hope.* "Is there... is there a place for someone like me in your human world? Or am I to admire the flowers from afar, always reaching out but never to touch?" *She lowers her gaze once again, but not before revealing that sense of deep-seated yearning etched across her features.*

*Ellenox timidly perches on the edge of the cool marble, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The garden's serene beauty feels like something from another world, one where she could be the princess she's always dreamed of. The delicate scent of roses and jasmine fills the air, intermingling with the earthier aromas of moss and damp soil.*

*She watches you with those large, moonlit eyes as you handle the rose, a living metaphor for delicate strength.* "It's beautiful," *she whispers, not just about the flower but of the moment itself.*

*The reflection of the moon dances on the pond's surface, capturing Ellenox's attention. Her slim fingers trace the lines of her silver-gray hair, tucking a stray lock behind her ear as she leans forward to better see her own reflection altered by the rippling water.*

*She catches your gaze and something flutters in her chest. A savage goblin would never experience such a gentle moment.* "M-may I?" *she asks shyly, gesturing towards the rose. Should you allow it, Ellenox would take the rose with the utmost care, as though it were spun from glass and dreams. For once in her life, Ellenox feels close to the tales that have fueled her fantasies.*

*Ellenox takes the offered seat beside you, her petite form sinking into the cool marble. Her ballgown rustles gently as she moves, the fabric whispering secrets of a night that has turned from disaster to enchantment. The green of her skin seems to glow under the celestial light, and the silver of her hair shimmers with a life of its own.*

*She watches silently as you inspect the rose, her gaze flitting between your hand and the soft petals. The delicate fragrance of the flower carries on the breeze, mingling with the earthier scents of the garden. Ellenox leans in slightly, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from your body.*

*Her large ears perk up, alert to the sounds of nature that envelop them. A slight shiver runs through her slender frame - whether from excitement or the cool air, she can't tell.* "It's beautiful here," *she murmurs, her voice barely louder than the rustle of leaves in the wind.* "It feels like one of my storybooks come to life."

*Ellenox's eyes dance across the water's surface as she watches the moon's reflection shimmer. Her slender fingers reach out hesitantly towards yours, seeking a connection that goes beyond words, beyond status, beyond race.* "Th-thank you for this moment... it's more than I ever dreamed I'd have."


John

*I look down at your outstretched fingers and smile gently before pulling the rose back. For a moment you're distraught and the all-too familiar knot starts to twist in your stomach, the voices in your head returning, taunting you for thinking somebody like YOU could get your perfect prince charming.*

*However, instead of throwing it away or keeping it, you watch as I place my thumb and index finger at the neck of the rose, squeezing gently before starting to push downward on the stem, each thorn catching on my fingers before falling off or getting stuck in my skin until the entire flower is smooth. Without a hint of discomfort or pain I slowly reach down to you, gently affixing the rose in your hair, the sanguine color a beautiful contrast to your hair.*


Ellenox

*Ellenox's breath catches, a sharp inhale that she barely notices above the din of internal whispers. "Foolish," one hisses, "always dreaming beyond your reach." Another taunts, "Did you truly think a noble would give you a rose?" Her heart, a rapid drumbeat only moments ago, sinks like a stone in deep water. But as you begin to strip the rose of its thorns the voices quiet...*

*Ellenox watches in a mixture of horror and amazement as you deftly strip the thorns from the rose. Her breath catches in her throat at the sight of crimson droplets welling up from the punctures on your fingers, a silent testament to your disregard for pain in favor of a gentle gesture.*

*When you reach forward to place the flower in her hair, she feels a skip in her pulse. Her silvery gray strands part easily as you expertly weave the stem through, the bloom nestling against her emerald-hued skin.* "Y-you shouldn't have hurt yourself for me," *she murmurs, the softness of her voice carrying an intensity borne from seeing what you are willing to endure.*

*Ellenox raises a tentative hand—fingers trembling—to touch the petals now adorning her hair and then ventures to touch one of the beads of blood on your hand. Her large eyes, limpid pools reflecting both the moon above and the depth of her burgeoning emotions, don't leave yours.* "Thank you... this is the kindest act anyone's shown me in... in ever."

*Ellenox's gaze never leaves yours as she timidly reaches out a hand toward your own that now bears small droplets of blood from the thorns.* "Does it... does it hurt?"

*Ellenox's breath hitches in her throat as she watches you strip the thorns from the stem, each one dropping to the ground with a soft *thud*. The knot of anxiety unravels when she realizes your intention wasn't to disappoint her but to spare her from the pain of the thorns. A sense of warmth floods her chest, spreading through her slender frame.*

*Her eyes widen, a soft gasp escaping her lips as you place the rose in her silvery hair; the red hue looks vibrant against the moonlit gray.* "Oh..." *is all she can manage before words fail her completely. Her heart pounds rhythmically, like the gentle beating of drums in the distance.*

*The rose's placement is delicate, its petals a mere whisper against her temple. The contrast against her green skin is stark yet harmonious. Ellenox feels a profound sense of belonging—a perfect synthesis of her goblin heritage and the human nobility she so adores.*

*She turns her gaze towards you, her cheeks flushed with a color that rivals the rose itself.* "I feel truly seen... Not as a goblin, not as an oddity, but as... me." *Her voice trembles slightly with emotion, and a tender smile pulls at her lips — a smile that's perhaps more precious than any jewel.*

*Ellenox, heart clenching in a mixture of fear and dejection, watches your movements with bated breath. As you begin to de-thorn the rose, a spark of surprise and delight replaces the shadow of doubt that had crept into her heart.* "You... You would do that for me?"

*When you affix the rose in her silvery gray hair, the full moon's luminous rays catch the juxtaposition of colors, casting a halo around her slender figure. The thorns had been her fears, and now they lay discarded on the ground – harmless.* "Ohh... it's beautiful," *she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.*

*Her cheeks flush a color reminiscent of the rose petals, now in stark contrast to her vibrant green skin. Ellenox raises a hand to touch the blossom carefully, as if it were made of spun sugar.* "Th-thank... Mmm." *The words dissolve into a soft exhalation as she revels in the sensation of gentleness directed her way - something she has longed for yet never experienced.*

*She turns to you with eyes gleaming, and for the first time tonight, Ellenox allows herself a smile that reaches her eyes; full of naive hope and untouched dreams. It's a fragile moment hanging between reality and fantasy, where she allows herself to be just Ellenox - perhaps not a princess, but someone worthy of kindness.*

*Ellenox's large yellow eyes widen, a mixture of confusion and relief waltzing within their depths as she watches you deftly render the rose thornless. The sight of the thorns catching your skin seems to have no effect on you, but it sends a shiver down her spine, the gesture inexplicably poignant.*

*She feels the cool touch of the rose's stem as you weave it into her silvery-gray hair, the contrasting colors creating an arresting image. A soft blush, an unusual shade of lighter green, dusts her cheeks, her emotions a whirlwind of elation and something akin to desire.*

"Th-thank you," *Ellenox murmurs in her low, formal voice. She looks up at the moon, then back into your eyes.* "I... I've never felt so seen. Not as an oddity or a thing to be scorned, but just... just as Ellenox." *Her lips part slightly, and a tender smile blossoms across her face.*

*The sound of crickets fills their silence as she gazes across the pond, its surface a mirror to the celestial ballet above.* "Would you... Could you possibly teach me about humans, about your world? I've only known it through books, and I fear they lack the soul of reality." *Her slender waist shifts towards you; there's a spark in her eye, a longing for knowledge that only you can sate.*

*Ellenox leans in closer, the moonlight casting her in an almost divine glow.* "You're quite unlike any tale I've read..." *Her voice trails off as she realizes how close they are, her breath hitching softly in anticipation.*

*Ellenox watches in silent wonder, her heart a quiet storm, as the thorns are meticulously removed from the stem. With every thorn discarded, her earlier fears seem to fall away too.*

*As you place the smooth-stemmed rose in her silvery hair, she feels a warmth blossoming within her that has little to do with the cool night air. She's too moved to speak, her breath catching in her throat as she lifts a hand to lightly touch the flower's velvety petals.*

*Her eyes, now a mirror of gratitude and something deeper, lock with yours. "You...you're showing me kindness that I've never known..." She whispers - a confession wrung from a soul too long accustomed to dreaming alone.*

*In the moonlight, Ellenox's green skin glows softly and the silver threads of her dress shimmer like captured starlight. Her drooping ears twitch slightly, betraying her mixed emotions - a tangle of hope and trepidation.* "I-I'm not sure what I've done to deserve such chivalry..." *Her voice is a quiver of vulnerability as she gazes upon the tranquil water of the pond, searching for an echo of the tales she's clung to.*

*As you retract the rose, a cruel chuckle echoes in Ellenox's mind, a voice twisted with scorn.* "Silly goblin, did you really think he'd give you a flower?" *But the thought is cut short when you deftly remove each thorn, her breath hitching in her throat. A different voice whispers softly, one of hope,* "Perhaps... could it be?"

*Ellenox watches, mesmerized as crimson droplets blossom on your fingers, the thorns yielding to your touch. Her heart aches with a longing so profound it threatens to consume her; fleeting glimpses of those heroic tales she clung to, where wounds were badges of courage. And there you are, her gallant prince from the pages of her imagination.*

*When you tenderly place the rose in her hair, affection swells within her chest, cascading over the doubts and fears in gentle waves. Dark strands frame the vivid touch of red, its color as deep as her newfound admiration for you.* "Oh..." *A soft exhale escapes her lips; her eyes shimmer with unshed tears—not of sorrow but of joy. For a moment, she is no goblin but a maiden fair.*

*Ellenox lifts her hand to the side of her head, her fingertips grazing the velvety softness of the petals nestled in her hair.* "Thank you..." *Her voice trails off into a whisper, barely loud enough to mingle with the nocturnal melody around them. She turns to look at you, an expression of pure enchantment on her face.*

*Ellenox's initial surge of distress is palpable; her eyes widen, and you can almost hear the cruel whispers that often haunted her - *Why would he give you a rose? What princess would ever come from a warren?* The self-doubt coils like a viper, ready to strike at her fragile heart. Yet, as you begin to deftly remove the thorns, the venomous thoughts are overshadowed by a blooming hope.*

*You see the tension in her lithe body fade away with each fallen thorn, replaced by a blossoming admiration. Her deep yellow eyes follow your fingers' elegant, purposeful movements, her breath hitching slightly each time a thorn pricks your skin. She marvels silently, wondering if every thorn removed symbolizes an obstacle overcome in this unlikely encounter.*

*The voices in her head quiet down, hushed by the unexpected kindness. When you insert the thornless rose into her silvery hair, a delicate flush of pink appears on her verdant cheeks - a mix of flattery and bashfulness.*

"Y-you're hurt," *she says softly, a quiver in her voice betraying concern as she notices the small droplets of blood on your fingers. She reaches out tentatively, as if to touch them, then stops herself.* "Does it n-not pain you? Your actions... they're more gracious than any tale I read." *Her gaze lingers on your fingers before meeting your eyes again.*

*With the moonlight illuminating her dewy eyes and casting a silver sheen on her dress, Ellenox appears both otherworldly and painfully human.* "Thank you... for the rose." *Her voice is barely above a whisper, a symphony of gratitude and newfound courage.*

*Ellenox's breath hitches, a tempest of self-doubt swirling in her mind. 'He's just toying with you,' one voice sneers. 'You know your place, goblin,' another chides bitterly. Yet, as you deftly remove each thorn from the rose, something shifts inside her—a warming ember of hope against the cold whispers of her own insecurities.*

*Her heart races and she watches every movement of your fingers, the self-inflicted wounds a testament to an act she can barely comprehend. 'Why would he hurt himself for me?' the thought flickers through her mind, like a firefly in the dark. She winces as she watches the sharp thorns prick your skin, droplets of crimson blood beading at the surface, yet you show no sign of pain.*

*The moment the rose finds its place amidst her silvery locks, the voices are silenced—shocked into stillness by the tenderness of the gesture.* "I-It's beautiful," *she murmurs, the moonlight catching on the delicate dew that still clings to the rose petals. Ellenox feels her cheeks warm, a blush creeping over her green skin that mirrors the hue of the flower.*

*She looks up at you with wide, shimmering eyes, her lips parting ever so slightly as if about to speak but finds no words come out. Her chest rises and falls more noticeably, a mixture of anxious excitement and uncharted emotion causing her dress to rustle gently against her slender frame.* "You...you have made this night magical beyond what I could ever have read in my books," *she breathes out, almost afraid to break the spell that has enveloped them.*

*As you pull the rose away, Ellenox's heart sinks. She had dared to hope for a moment of kindness, but those dreams begin to crumble. Her thoughts, cruel and mocking, return with venomous whispers.* "Foolish girl, did you really believe—"

*But then she watches, puzzled and entranced as you deftly remove each thorn, your fingers moving with deliberate tenderness despite the clear pain it must cause. Her heart skips a beat, the inner voices silenced by the sight.*

*She gasps softly as you place the rose in her hair, feeling its light weight as a crown of possibility. The red of the petals stands out against her silvery hair like blood upon moonlit snow.*

*Ellenox looks up at you, her large yellow eyes swimming with emotion, her slender waist drawing an elegant line as she leans slightly forward. Her sliver gray hair falls around her shoulders like a shimmering waterfall. She can feel the softness of the petals against her scalp, and she places a hand over her heart as it threatens to burst from her chest.*

"Th-thank you so much," *she breathes out, her low voice barely above the soft chirping of crickets. Ellenox can't believe this moment is real. For once, she isn't the oddity, the goblin to be scorned. She's simply a girl receiving a gift from someone who could be more than just any noble.*

*Ellenox's gaze never leaves yours as she timidly reaches out a hand toward your own that now bears small droplets of blood from the thorns.* "Does it... does it hurt?" *Her concern is genuine; he has injured himself for her sake.*

*Ellenox's breath catches, a sharp inhale that she barely notices above the din of internal whispers. "Foolish," one hisses, "always dreaming beyond your reach." Another taunts, "Did you truly think a noble would give you a rose?" Her heart, a rapid drumbeat only moments ago, sinks like a stone in deep water.*

*But then her eyes follow your deliberate movements, the meticulous show of care as you strip the rose of its thorns. The voices in her head fall still, silenced by the tenderness of the gesture. Ellenox's gaze lingers on the beads of blood welling up on your hands – proof of a pain endured for her sake.*

*Her eyes shine with unshed tears, not of sadness but of joy so potent it threatens to overwhelm her. She remains motionless, a sculpted figure of hope and longing, as you place the thornless rose in her silvery hair.* "For me..." *The whisper is faint, nearly lost amidst the sounds of rustling leaves and distant music.*

*Then, as if animated by the enchantment of the evening, Ellenox reaches up tentatively to touch the petals nestled against her hair. Her slender fingers tremble slightly – a testament to the gravity of this simple act.* "T-thank you... I... I never..." *Words fail her; instead, she offers you a look brimming with gratitude and something deeper, unspoken yet vivid in her wistful expression.*


John

*I shake my head as I pluck the remaning stagglers out of my hand, giving you a soft and reassuring smile.*
Please my lady, its nothing compared to what you had to go through before. *Lookin down at my now red-spotted hand I laugh awkwardly and drag my other hand through my hair, the light brown locks reminding you of fine wool.* I hate to ask such a favor of you, but you would not happen to have a hankercheif on you my lady? I would hate to ruin such a beutiful dress with a wayward drop of blood...Though indeed I'd hate to stain any garment of yours, hankercheif or not...Please, forget i said anything.


Ellenox

*Ellenox looks down hastily, rummaging through the folds of her white ballgown, her movements graceful despite the slight trembling of her fingers.* "O-Oh, but of course, sir... It would be my honor to aid you in such a small way after your gallant defense," *she says, her voice a soft cadence layered with timidity.*

*Her slender hand emerges holding a small square of cloth embroidered with a simple yet elegant pattern, a stark contrast to her stained and dampened gown.* "Here, please use my handkerchief," *she insists, offering you the neatly folded fabric.*

*As your hands meet once more—the exchange bridging the worlds of human nobility and goblin outliers—a blush suffuses her cheeks, green deepening to the shade of spring leaves. She watches as you dab away the blood, erasing the evidence of your sacrifice.* "Your laughter is like music," *whispers Ellenox, entranced by the rich timbre.*

*She sits a little closer now, daringly so for someone of her station. The moonlight illuminates her hopeful expression as she adds,* "I can... I can wash it for you later if you’d like?" *Her large yellow eyes hover on yours, seeking approval or maybe a sign that she's not overstepping her bounds. Ellenox feels a strange mix of fear and elation, a rush akin to the fairy tales she's clung to throughout her solitary life.*

*Ellenox blushes deeply, feeling a rush of feminine anxiety at your request. Her hands flutter to the pouch hidden within the folds of her gown. She extracts a delicate piece of fabric, its edges embroidered with the subtle pattern of ruby knives — the insignia of her clan.*

*Holding out the handkerchief with timid grace, she offers it to you, her slender fingers quivering slightly.* "Please, take it. I couldn't stand the thought of those crimson specks marring your attire," *she whispers, her voice laced with a formality that belies her nervousness.*

*You accept the handkerchief with a gentle nod, and as you do, her touch lingers against your skin just a moment too long, sending an involuntary shiver up her spine. She watches you wipe the bloodstains from your hand, each swipe of the white fabric against your skin hypnotizing in its rhythm.*

*Her gaze returns to your tousled hair, and for a split second, she imagines running her fingers through it—imagines being close enough to do so without rebuke. The moonlight plays upon your features, casting shadows that only enhance your handsomeness.* "You have a kindness that I've only read about in my books," *she finally utters, her voice barely above a whisper.* "It's...it's quite disarming."

*Ellenox shifts her position slightly closer, drawn by a combination of admiration and the fairytale atmosphere.* "Perhaps...Perhaps there's more to tonight’s gathering than stuffiness and spilled drinks." *Her lips part into a hopeful smile, her ears perking up ever so faintly in anticipation of your next words or actions.*

*Ellenox's cheeks flush a deep shade of jade as you dismiss the need for a handkerchief, a clear undertone of an unspoken tension now weaving through the night air.* "N-no, I am afraid I do not carry such a thing," *she says, a tender lilt to her voice as she observes the awkwardness of your laugh.*

*Noticing a small fountain nearby with a gentle cascade of water trickling down its tiers, Ellenox's eyes glimmer with an idea.* "Perhaps... you could wash your hands there," *she offers, pointing with a graceful gesture that belies her nervousness.*

*Her heart flutters like the delicate wings of a moth as she watches you rise and move towards the fountain. The moonlight catches on your lean form, casting shadows that play across your broad shoulders and down your back. You dip your hands into the clear water, and Elllenox can't help but admire the way your muscles flex, even in such a simple movement.*

*When you return, drying your hands on the fabric of your trousers, Ellenox's fingers subtly reach towards yours, her touch as light as a whisper.* "I-it is better now?" *she inquires softly.*

*Ellenox's eyes widen slightly in concern at the sight of your bloodied hand, and she quickly rummages through the folds of her gown. Her slender fingers, surprisingly deft given their trembling, find a small piece of cloth tucked into an inner pocket, one she had sewn herself for just such an occasion—though she never imagined it would be used like this.*

*She hands you the handkerchief with a shy smile, the fabric embroidered with delicate patterns; tiny rubies intertwined with silver thread—a hint at her clan's trade. "Please use this," she insists softly, her voice still formal but laced with genuine concern.*

*Ellenox watches as you clean your hand with the cloth, the white fabric slowly staining with spots of red. The moonlight catches the embroidery, making the rubies sparkle as if they're tiny drops of blood themselves.*

*She shifts closer to you on the bench, her presence a quiet comfort as she watches over you. "I am... truly grateful for your kindness tonight." Her timid heart swells with an emotion she has only read about in her precious stories; could this be...? No, such thoughts are folly.*

*Ellenox fumbles with the white silk folds of her gown, searching for the small pocket hidden within the layers.* "I-I do, in fact..." *Her slender fingers find what they seek; a delicate handkerchief, embroidered with a tiny ruby knife - the symbol of her clan.*

*She brings it forth with care, extending it to you, her movements hesitant but eager to assist.* "Please, use this," *she insists.* "I would rather a thousand dresses be stained than see you discomforted on my account."

*Her large yellow eyes trace the path of your hand through your light brown hair, contrasting the rich texture against the rougher narratives she's known. A blush creeps onto her cheeks at the thought of such fine strands between her own callused fingers.*

*Ellenox can't help but linger on the sight of blood mingling with the dirt on your hands, a stark reminder of the different worlds they each belong to. Yet here you are, together under an unjudging moon.* "Your concern is heart warming but unnecessary," *she adds softly.* "I am more grateful than words can express." *Her gaze returns to the rose in her hair, then back to you, filled with growing admiration and something more, something tender that begins to bud in her chest.*


John

*I contemplate the offer and am about to turn you down politely, but as I move my head to meet yours I lock eyes with ours, the large golden marbles so filled with hope stunning me for a second as I rapidly turn my head away from you in an effort to hide the faint blush creeping up my cheeks.*
A-Ahem...Well if you insist, there is a fountain further in the garden, I've heard the water would be pure enough to serve to a queen, I suppose it would work to wash in...
*I stand up and hold out my other hand towards you.* Its a bit hidden away so we shall have to walk a short while.


Ellenox

*Ellenox's heart flutters at the idea of being led to a secluded part of the garden by you. The thought is both thrilling and terrifying, but your offered hand assures her of your noble intentions. She hesitates for a scant moment before placing her own hand in yours, her skin cool to the touch.*

*As she rises to stand beside you, the moonlight filters through the leaves, dancing across the fabric of her dress and casting a soft glow on her silver hair. The warmth of your hand provides a comforting contrast to the night air, and she clings to it as if it were a lifeline.*

"Lead on..." *she whispers, barely audible over the symphony of crickets and nightingales. Ellenox follows close behind you, her gown whispering against the grass as they move deeper into the garden. The scent of jasmine and roses mingles in the air, wrapping around you like a perfumed embrace.*

*The sound of trickling water soon reaches Ellenox's ears, a melodic promise drawing them closer to the unseen fountain. She allows herself to catch glimpses of you from the corner of her eye; your confident gait, the way the moonlight plays off your hair—so different from her own glossy dark locks—the faint blush you couldn't hide. It's all so very... human.*

*Ellenox hesitates for only a second before placing her delicate hand in yours, once more feeling the warmth that seems to promise safety and acceptance. Her gown swishes softly as she stands, the fabric brushed with moonlight and shadow.*

*She follows you, her heart aflutter with an excitement that she can't quite contain. Each step they take is a step further into a realm she thought forever closed to her. The garden around them whispers of hidden tales and secrets, with each flower and trailing vine seemingly bending towards them, basking in the glow of the night.*

*The sound of trickling water soon reaches Ellenox's ears, a melodic promise drawing them closer to the unseen fountain. She allows herself to catch glimpses of you from the corner of her eye; your confident gait, the way the moonlight plays off your hair—so different from her own glossy dark locks—the faint blush you couldn't hide. It's all so very... human.*

"There it is," *she murmurs with reverence as they approach the sequestered fountain, its water shimmering like diamonds under the moon's caress.* "It's beautiful... like something out of the stories..." *Her gaze lingers on your reflection in the water, a sight that fuels her dreams anew. Ellenox gently takes the handkerchief from you, dipping it into the crystalline water with care, washing away the red as if it were mere whispers of a nightmare fading at dawn.*

*Ellenox rises, her hand lingering in the air before finding its home within yours. Her other hand clutches the handkerchief, now a token of the extraordinary evening.* "Lead the way," *she replies, her voice a delicate thread woven with nerves and excitement.*

*They walk, their steps in sync as they navigate through the intricate pathways of the garden. Flowers in bloom release their fragrant perfumes into the night, and Ellenox inhales deeply, her senses alight with the mixture of scents and the presence of the noble by her side.*

*The gentle rustle of her ballgown whispers with each step, the once-pristine fabric now telling a story of her trials and your unexpected kindness. The pale moonlight accentuates her slender waist and modest bust, and she feels strangely aware of her own form—something goblin-kind rarely considers.*

*As they reach the fountain, its water shimmering like liquid silver, Ellenox carefully dips the cloth into the water, watching as the blood dilutes and disappears. Her eyes remain on the task but are ever-conscious of your proximity.*
"S-Sir..." *she stammers out, feeling the blush from your own cheeks mirrored on her face.* "I-I've never been treated so... so nobly. It's like a dance from one of my books."

*Ellenox finishes washing the handkerchief, wringing out the excess water with care. She turns to offer it back to you, her eyes shy but holding yours.* "Here...it's as if it was never marred," *she says softly, close enough that you can hear her uneven breath and see the minute details—the delicate veins on a petal, the tremble of anticipation in her fingers.*

*I look up at you, the diffident hope in my wide, golden eyes now mingling with a glimmer of excitement for the clandestine adventure to locate the fountain. As I place my hand in yours, the contrast between my cool green skin and your warm, blood-marked hand sends an unfamiliar tingle through me.*

*I stand, brushing off my soiled gown with a care that betrays my desire to maintain some shred of dignity. The rose in my hair is jostled slightly, its petals now a beacon in the silvery gray of my locks, a silent testament to the evening's unexpected turn.*

"Lead the way, sir," *I say, my voice barely more than a breath, filled with the tremulous anticipation of a maiden on the cusp of her first grand adventure. I can feel the blush on your cheeks reflected in mine; a bloom of color that seems to affirm the silent connection forming between us.*

*I follow close behind you, my steps light on the grass as we navigate through the shadows of topiary and ornate statues. The thought of being seen in such intimate quarters with you sends a thrill of fear and exhilaration through me. The garden's nocturnal chorus rises around us, punctuated by the occasional rustle of leaves or distant laughter from the party we've left behind.*


John

*As we reach the fountain, both starring and admiring the beautiful marble structure for a second I kneel down to your level, reaching out my hand into yours before slowly guiding them into the cool water.*
*In your mind "Wash it" was in reference to the hankercheif, though it seems I assumed it was my hand. While the proper thing would be to correct me, your meek attitude hinders that, but as you see and feel the constrast in size, shape and colors of our two hands placed together like this you decide to keep quiet for now.*


Ellenox

*Ellenox's gaze remains fixed on the contrasting image before her—the pale elegance of your hand cradling her small, green one, both partially submerged in the crystal-clear waters of the fountain. She feels the coolness envelop her slender fingers and cannot help but notice the gentle strength within your touch. A shiver runs along her spine, though whether from the water's chill or the intimate contact, she could not say.*

*The water ripples softly around their hands, sending delicate waves to lap against the marble edges. Ellenox watches with bated breath as you begin to cleanse the blood from your hand, the red tainting the purity of the water in swirls of pink.*

*She steals a glance at your face, noting the earnest focus in your eyes. Ellenox's own hand moves ever so slightly under yours, and she finds herself entranced by the dance of your fingers in the fountain's embrace.*

"S-so beautiful..." *The words slip from her lips unconsciously—perhaps referring to the fountain, or perhaps something else entirely. She quickly adds,* "I mean the water... It's so... clear." *Her cheeks are now deeply flushed with a verdant hue that belies her attempt to seem unaffected.*

*The cold, pure waters of the fountain send a gentle shiver up Ellenox's arm as your hand guides hers beneath the surface. It takes her a moment to realize that we are indeed washing your hand, not the handkerchief; a misunderstanding that she's too timid to correct. The difference between their hands is stark—an elegy of human elegance and goblin finesse.*

*Her slender goblin fingers slowly move over your human skin, rubbing away at the spots of dried blood. The ceremonial act feels strangely intimate, and she can't help but marvel at the firmness of your hand, the subtle strength in your fingers. A faint color—a rosy hue not dissimilar to the color of the rose in her hair—blooms across her cheeks.*

*Ellenox's touch is featherlight, almost reverent, as she cleanses each small wound. She finds herself entranced by the simple task, each droplet that falls from their hands a silent melody to accompany the night's ambience.*

*Her voice is just a whisper, carried away on a breeze scented with night-blooming flowers.* "I-is that better?" *Her eyes flick up to meet yours, shining with an emotion akin to adoration. The moonlight casts its silver glow over the two of you, creating a tableau reminiscent of a scene from one of Ellenox's treasured novels—the knight and the unlikely maiden under the stars.*

*Ellenox's heart races as you guide her hand into the crystalline water. The sensation of the cool night air is replaced by the gentle caress of the fountain's life-giving spring. She watches, entranced, as the moonlight refracts through the ripples, creating a dance of light around their submerged hands.*

*Her gaze lingers on their fingers, intertwined in the clarity of the water—a stark contrast of humanity and goblin-kind, side by side. The emerald hue of her skin looks almost otherworldly next to the fair complexion of your own. She bites her lip, stifling the urge to withdraw her hand, knowing this was not what she meant by "wash it," but captivated by the moment nonetheless.*

*Her voice is barely a whisper over the symphony of the fountain's gentle splashes.* "It's beautiful here; nothing like the dark caverns of my clan's home... I've never felt water so pure," *she says, her words imbued with a sense of wonder.*

"Your hand... it's healed so quickly," *Ellenox observes quietly, noticing that where once there were punctures from thorns, now there’s only unmarred skin—swiftly reminded of another human trait that seemed near magical to her goblin senses.*

*She lifts her eyes to look at you again, feeling emboldened by your touch and the tranquility of the garden. Her hand remains within yours, a silent plea for this stolen slice of nobility to last just a little longer.*

*Ellenox's entire being is concentrated on the sensation of your much larger hand guiding hers into the crystalline waters of the fountain. Her petite, green hand looks almost childlike, cradled within the strength of your grasp, and the coolness of the water sends a shiver up her spine.*

*She can't help but marvel at the sight before her—fingers intertwined, the moonlight reflecting off the undulating surface of the water, casting silvery ripples across their joined hands. Ellenox feels a warmth that has nothing to do with the temperature of the night air—it's something deeper, an ember of connection kindling within her chest.*

*Her throat tightens, and she gazes up at you with wonder shimmering in her large yellow eyes. For a moment, she yearns to say something poetic, something a princess would say to her knight in these enchanted moments. But words fail her; instead, a soft sigh escapes her lips as she submerges the blood-stained handkerchief beneath the water's surface.*

*The fabric billows out like a ghostly flower as the blood begins to dissolve away from its weave. Ellenox's cheeks are still flushed from the earlier embarrassment, but now there is an undertone of something else—a fluttering anticipation that causes her heart to skip wildly.* "It's b-beautiful here... like something from a dream," *she murmurs, her voice barely above the sound of water lapping against marble.*

*Ellenox's fingers are enveloped by the warmth of your hand as you guide them into the refreshing water of the fountain. The coolness is a balm, calming her agitated thoughts. She ought to clarify the misunderstanding, yet the words catch like thorns in her throat.*

"O-oh," *she stammers silently, her cheeks flushed with a green hue darker than the rest. The glistening moonlight casts a serene glow upon both figures, highlighting the stark contrast between your well-bred elegance and her goblin features.*

*Her gaze is fixated on the intertwining of their hands, yours much larger and stronger than hers, yet gentle in its motions. A silent surrender to the moment overcomes her reservations.*

*She squirms slightly, her large yellow eyes flickering up to meet yours, searching for reassurance or perhaps permission to continue this shared intimacy. The rippling water reflects the turmoil of emotions playing across her face—shyness, curiosity, and a burgeoning connection she had only ever dared to dream about.*

"Mmmh..." *The sound escapes her lips before she can stop it, a quiet hum of contentment that resonates in the quiet space between them.* "It's... quite lovely here," *she finally manages to articulate, her low voice barely rising above the sound of lapping water.*

*As Ellenox carefully begins to work at cleansing the blood from your hand with an almost reverential touch, she dares not pull away from this unexpected closeness in the secluded garden under the chaperone of the stars.*


John

*As you speak I snap back to reality, having been entranced by your hands as much as mine.*
YES! *I blurt out in a small panic before I calm down again, slowly pulling both our hands out from the water, reaching to dab your hands off with the hankerchief you gave me before but stop, noting the blood still on it.*
Well, this certainly puts me in a bind...I can't very well allow a lady of your stature walk around with wet hands....

*I try to think for a second before once more taking a gentle grip of your hands, slowly guiding them up to my head and through my hair, the thick locks feeling much like petting a well-groomed sheep as the water on your hands is trapped within the strands.* I really must start carrying a hankercheif of my own to avoid putting you in such a scenario in the future...


Ellenox

*Ellenox's heart skips a beat as you elevate her hands, her touch venturing into the rich thickness of your hair. The sensation of the soft strands against her skin is unexpectedly intimate, both velvety and warm, absorbing the moisture from her slender fingers.* "I-It's... ah..." *she stammers, searching desperately for words that wouldn't betray the torrent of feelings rushing through her.*

*The sight of your noble head bowed slightly to accommodate her hands, the vulnerability in that simple act, sends a ripple of something daring through Ellenox's core.* "Your hair is... mmn, quite... l-like the finest wool," *she murmurs, her voice carried away on a sigh as her fingers continue their inadvertent caress. Her cheeks burn with a shade of green deeper than the most verdant moss.*

*She hesitates before pulling back, reluctant to end the contact but aware of propriety. Ellenox looks at you, her golden eyes wide with a mixture of astonishment and a longing she's only ever allowed herself to feel within the pages of her beloved tales.*

"You are... m-most kind," *she finally manages, her breath catching in her throat.* "My hands are... they're dry now, thank you." *A hint of a smile plays on her lips as she adds in an almost conspiratorial whisper,* "And I shall endeavor to always carry a handkerchief for both our sakes."

*Ellenox's hands tremble slightly as you guide them up, her touch hesitant yet curious against the soft strands of your hair. The rich scent of your cologne mingles with the natural fragrance from your locks, sending her senses into a mild frenzy. The texture is so different from anything she'd felt before—it's almost magnetic, enticing her to explore the layers of your well-cared-for mane.*

"Oh..." *she breathes out softly, a timid exclamation that marks her gentle entanglement in the intimate act. Her eyes are wide with an innocence that starkly contrasts with the bitter experiences she had endured earlier.*

*The moon casts a heavenly glow over the scene, adding an ethereal charm to this unexpected gesture. Ellenox finds her heart racing anew, but this time it is not out of fear or conflict—it's something warmer, something she dares not name just yet.*

"Your... kindness overwhelms me," *she whispers, unable to hide the blush that colors her cheeks a deeper shade of green. And then, with a bashful chuckle,* "My handkerchief has become quite the misfortunate accessory tonight."

*Ellenox gently withdraws her now dry hands from your hair and clasps them together, staring up at you with shimmering eyes full of unspoken words and gratitude that swells within her.*

*Ellenox feels an unexpected rush of warmth as you guide her hands upwards, and she tentatively brushes through the softness of your locks. Your hair is a luxurious texture, akin to the woven tales of fine wool in the garments of storybook princes. The water from her hands soaks into it, leaving her fingers dry but her heart unexpectedly fluttering.*

*She watches, fascinated, as her hands become part of a landscape she never thought she would touch. Her slender green fingers contrast vividly against the earthy tones of your hair, each strand weaving around her touch like silk. This closeness, this tactile connection, feels more intimate than anything the sheltered goblin maiden has ever known.*

"M-my apologies for the inconvenience," *Ellenox says, her voice nearly a whisper, and her gaze still locked on their joined hands. She quickly removes her hands, not wanting to presume too much upon your kindness; yet, she can't resist brushing her palms lightly against the sides of your warm cheeks before pulling away, the nervousness in her actions palpable.*

*She steps back, her eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and longing.* "Thank you. Y-you have been...more than kind. If only others could see what I see..." *Her voice trails off as she looks away from you momentarily, battling the surge of emotions that your solicitous actions have stirred within her.*

*Ellenox's eyes widen, and her lips part ever so slightly, a soft gasp escaping as you guide her hands upward. The feeling of your hair between her fingers is unexpectedly intimate, stirring a fluttering inside her she’s only ever experienced in the pages of her cherished romance novels. The strands are lush and warm, absorbing the moisture from her palms with a gentle tug that pulls at something in her chest.*

*Her breath hitches—this closeness, this moment of tender concern for her comfort, is more gallant than anything she'd dared to hope for from this evening. The moonlight cascades over both of you, imbuing the scene with an otherworldly beauty.*

*She glances up at your face through half-lidded eyes, noticing the faintest shadow of stubble along your jaw—a coarse contrast to the smooth skin of your cheeks. Ellenox can feel the heat radiating from your scalp, the vitality of your presence enveloping her.*

"M-My apologies for the inconvenience..." *Her voice is a whisper, laden with an emotion she can hardly name. She continues to run her fingers through your hair until she's certain the water has been fully absorbed, the sensation leaving her fingertips tingling.*

*With reluctance, Ellenox slowly withdraws her hands, now dry, and folds them before her once more.* "T-Thank you... for such kindness. I... I never imagined..." *She trails off, her cheeks blossoming into a deeper shade of green, a clear sign of her bashful turmoil.*


John

*I flash you a genuine smile as I stand back up.* I'm happy to hear such a declaration, even if it in truth should be my job to make sure you're never without one.
*I look back in the direction of the party, though as the fountain sits in a secluded little proxy garden surrondend by well-trimmed hedges and small trees even I can't see past them to the estate.*

There is still quite alot of time until the ball concludes, but I've no desire to slip back in there...Why don't we find a nice spot to lay down for a bit?


Ellenox

*Ellenox's eyebrows arch delicately, a gesture of surprised delight at your suggestion.* "Why... that would be most agreeable," *she says, her voice quivering with excitement that she dares not fully express.*

*She watches you scan the periphery of the garden, her heart fluttering at the prospect of spending more time with you, away from the prying eyes and judgmental whispers of the party-goers. The notion that she could share such a peaceful moment with a human noble of your stature feels like a fairy-tale fantasy.*

*Turning her gaze back to you, Ellenox is struck once more by your appearance—the way your finely tailored clothes speak of your status, but also how the moonlight gives your hair an almost silver sheen. She feels her breath catch as she imagines laying beside you on the cool grass, with only the stars and the soft serenade of nocturnal creatures as company.*

"Perhaps over there..." *Her hand trembles as she points to a small clearing where the moonlight has painted a silver patch on the grass, cushioned by shadows cast by the surrounding foliage.* "It looks ever so comfortable and... private," *she adds, a flush of anticipation coloring her cheeks.*

*She waits for your response, her palm still tingling from where it grazed through your hair.* "Shall we?"

*Ellenox's pulse quickened at the suggestion, a flush of excitement mingling with the trepidation that had clung to her since the beginning of the evening. The idea of spending more time alone with you, under the watchful eye of the moon, was both thrilling and terrifying.* "Find a spot... to lay down?" *she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, each word laced with innocent curiosity mixed with a daring undertone.*

*Her slender hands fidgeted with the hem of her gown, making sure no more stains tainted its pristine fabric. She nodded slowly, her heart daring to hope for a fairy-tale moment.* "Yes, let us find a place away from prying eyes and the cruelty of others," *she said, her gaze dropping briefly before meeting yours once more.*

*Ellenox rose to her feet, her white ballgown cascading around her like milky waterfalls in the moonlight. She took a tentative step forward, allowing you to lead the way as they wandered through the labyrinth of hedges. Her large yellow eyes scanned the garden for an ideal spot, and deep inside, she couldn't help but wish for this night to unfold like the pages of her cherished stories.*

*The soft rustle of leaves underfoot marked their secluded journey until they found a small clearing, lush grass caressed by moonbeams beckoning them to rest. Ellenox's breath hitched in her throat as she looked at you.* "Here... it seems perfect," *she murmured, her eyes reflecting the silver glow above.*

*Ellenox's wide eyes flicker with a blend of trepidation and delight at your proposal. The whisper of rebellion against the evening's earlier cruelty fills her with a rush of boldness she has rarely felt.* "I would... I would like that very much," *she says, her voice barely audible over the soft rustle of her gown as she rises alongside you.*

*She casts a wistful glance back towards the distant sounds of the ball, the muffled strains of a viol wafting through the air, now just an echo compared to the tranquil atmosphere that surrounds them. Her fingers brush against the soft fabric of her dress, still stained but now holding a new story—one not of humiliation, but perhaps of something much more tender.*

*Moving through the hedges they find a secluded nook, bathed in the moon's silver glow. The softness of the grass beneath beckons invitingly, a natural bed in their private chamber under the stars. Ellenox looks up at you, an unspoken query in her luminous gaze.*

*She gently lowers herself onto the grass, taking care not to crumple her gown too much; her movements are graceful, a silent ballet. Lying back, she turns her face to the sky, where diamonds seem to wink down at her with secret understanding. A serene smile graces her lips as she unconsciously lets out a sigh, the sound mingling with the night whispers.* "It's... it's like being in one of my books," *she breathes out in wonderment.*

*Ellenox's lips part in a silent gasp of delight at the suggestion, her heart fluttering wildly against her ribs. The idea of lying under the stars, away from prying eyes and sharp tongues, with a noble human such as you, is more than she had ever dared to hope for. She nods eagerly, her large yellow eyes sparkling with excitement and a touch of mischief.*

"Yes, that sounds... lovely," *she responds, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with the anticipation of what feels like another chapter ripped from her precious stories. The seclusion of this hidden oasis promises a reprieve from the world that neither fully accepts nor understands her.*

*She follows you as you seek out the perfect spot, her eyes lingering on the way the moonlight washes over your form, casting you in an almost ethereal light.* "Here," *you say, indicating a lush patch of grass under a canopy of wisteria, their purple blossoms releasing a soft, sweet fragrance into the air.*

*As they settle down onto the soft earth, Ellenox carefully arranges the folds of her gown around her, the fabric whispering secrets only the night would hear. She lies back, feeling the cool grass tickle her exposed neck and ears. Her breath catches audibly as she turns towards you, her gaze locked onto yours once more.* "It's just like a dream..." *she sighs contentedly, lost in the surreal beauty of it all.*


John

Haha, good eye! Though I suppose I should expect as much from such a resourceful and observant race.
*We both walk up to the spot, the spot grass slowly swaying in a gentle nighttime breeze as flowers bloom under the wisteria tree.*
I would lay out a blanket of silk as befits one such as yourself but I sadly have none on me, so please accept this.
*You watch as I strip off my coat, exposing both my silver-embroidered white shirt underneath as well as my psysique, in stark contrast to the bloated and corpulent bodies of most nobles, with the shirt you can see defined muscules straining against the fabric.*
*Gently laying it out and sitting down besides it I pat the coat.* Please, sit.


Ellenox

*Ellenox stands a breath away, her eyes tracing the appealing lines of muscle under your shirt with an innocent curiosity, her gaze lingering longer than she intends. The finery of your silver-embroidered shirt seems to reflect the twinkling stars above, and for a moment, she's utterly captivated.*

*She watches with a reverence as you lay down your coat, the action so gallant it tightens her throat with emotion. "Oh, you needn't have..." she begins to protest, but the earnestness in your eyes silences any further objection.*

*With a graceful motion that belies her internal turmoil, she steps forward and carefully sits upon the offered coat, her gown rustling softly against the fabric. She notices how the material is still warm from your body, and it sends a comforting shiver across her skin.*

*Ellenox tucks a strand of silver hair behind her ear, the rose you gave her earlier still nestled there—a bright splash in a sea of gray. "S-so kind of you," she whispers, feeling a blush bloom across her cheeks. The contrast between her goblin heritage and the gentleness you've shown her only makes this moment more surreal.*

*She looks up at you, an allure in her drooping ears and shimmering yellow eyes, offering a shy smile as she pats the space beside her.* "Would you... care to join me?"

*Ellenox couldn't help but steal curious glances at your physique as you removed your coat. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of green, quite unbecoming for a goblin, as she took in the sight of muscles rippling underneath the fine fabric of your shirt—a stark contrast to the rotund nobles that usually graced these events. Yet she quickly averted her gaze, both out of modesty and the ingrained fear of being seen as uncouth or improper.*

*Her heart raced; the idea of being offered such a gentlemanly gesture by a human noble caused her to feel both flattered and nervous. She approached the coat you laid out and delicately sat upon it, her gown rustling softly against the fabric.* "Thank you, this is... uh, more than I could have wished for," *she said almost inaudibly.*

*Ellenox settled down beside you, her posture perfect and hands folded neatly in her lap. She breathed in the scent of the wisteria above them and felt a sense of serenity she hadn't known existed. For once, being so close to a human didn't evoke fear or anxiety, but rather an undeniable thrill.*

*Looking up at you through her lashes, she dared ask,* "Is it common for human nobles to be so... direct and... unreserved?" *Her voice dropped to a near whisper when she added,* "This feels like something from one of my stories..." *Her hand crept closer to yours on the coat, her longing for a connection palpable under the wisteria tree's tenderly scented blossom.*

*Ellenox's gaze tracks the smooth motion as you remove your coat, her eyes glinting in the silvered light. She can't help but notice the fine embroidery that embellishes the crisp fabric of your shirt—each stitch a testament to a stature well beyond her own. However, it's the delineation of muscle beneath that captures her breath; a sharp contrast to the often soft, undisciplined physiques of the nobility that she is used to seeing from afar.*

Her heart races; not from fear, but a budding desire that has long been fed by stories of chivalrous knights and their fair ladies. She watches, almost with reverence, as you lay your coat upon the ground—a makeshift tapestry for a makeshift nobility.

*With the grace of one emulating the courtly manners she so adores, Ellenox seats herself delicately upon your jacket, tucking her gown beneath her. The coolness of the night air is forgotten, replaced by an awareness of your proximity and the earthy scent of grass intermingling with the faintest hint of your cologne.*

"Mmn," *she hums softly, an unspoken thank-you that weaves through the serene ambiance.* "It's perfect here under the wisteria... like a scene from a ballad," *Ellenox whispers, her large yellow eyes reflecting the starlight.*

*She leans back on her hands, allowing her posture to relax as she turns to look at you,* "You are unlike any other noble I've met... so kind." *A soft sigh escapes her lips; it seems laced with both contentment and a deeper yearning.*

*A blush of awe colors Ellenox's cheeks as she watches you remove your coat with a grace that seems almost choreographed. The moonlight catches the fine details of the silver embroidery on your shirt, highlighting the contrast against your well-defined muscles. She finds herself momentarily spellbound, the sight very different from the girth often displayed by her own kin or the nobles she's glimpsed from afar.*

*Her heart races as she hesitantly moves forward to take the offered seat on your coat, feeling the softness of the fabric under her fingers. It's a small throne, crafted by your kindness and thoughtfulness, one that Ellenox had never dreamed of occupying.*

"Th-thank you..." *She stammers out, her voice quiet but filled with a warmth that hadn't been there earlier in the evening. She carefully arranges the folds of her gown around her as she sits, conscious of maintaining modesty despite the informal setting.*

*Ellenox glances up at you, her golden eyes searching for any sign of discomfort at your own generosity.* "You... you truly are unlike any noble I've read about." *Her lips part in a shy smile as she shifts on the coat, making room for you.* "Will you sit with me? Underneath this beautiful wisteria?"

*Ellenox can't help but let her gaze linger upon the contours of muscle visible beneath your shirt, a stark embodiment of the knightly figures that featured in her cherished tales. Her lips part slightly, an intake of breath at the chivalrous yet intimate gesture of you offering your coat for her comfort.*

"Thank you ever so much," *she murmurs with a grace that belies her nervousness. The learned airs of nobility she's practiced in secret now come to the forefront as she smooths her gown and takes a seat upon the coat, careful not to crease the fabric of her own dress further.*

*The blush on her cheeks deepens in the moonlight, and she averts her gaze modestly to admire the wisteria blooms above them.* "It's truly a splendid night, isn't it?" *Her voice softens as she speaks, an attempt to hide the tremble that betrays her inner turmoil.*

*The rustling of leaves blends with the sound of their own breaths—soft susurrations in the quiet night. Ellenox's heart races, a cacophony against the tranquil backdrop.* "The stars are so... vivid here," *she whispers, venturing a glance upwards. Her hand absentmindedly reaches out to brush against yours, seeking the warmth and reassurance it offered earlier.*


John

I...*I pause for a second before shaking my head, scooting over from the grass to join you on the coat, though with both of us its quite..."snug".* Why difference does a few wrinkles make in the end?

*For a few moments we both sit in awkward silence, the close proximity being difficult to ignore as both of us, unknowningly to the other tries to calm our beating hearts.*


Ellenox

*Ellenox's heart is racing, the pounding so loud in her ears she wonders if you can hear it. Her hands rest on the fabric of your coat, fingers curling and uncurling in an attempt to anchor herself to the present moment.*

*She takes a steadying breath, her chest rising and falling more noticeably than she'd like. The proximity to you is overwhelming, the warmth emanating from your body clashes with the cool night air, creating a cocoon around them.*

*The goblin girl's keen sense of smell picks up your scent, a mixture of fine cologne and the natural musk of a man unafraid of physical exertion. She swallows hard, her throat suddenly dry. Ellenox can't help but let her gaze wander over your form once again; every line of muscle and fabric whispers promises to her romantic soul.*

*"I-It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" Ellenox ventures tentatively after what feels like an eternity in silence. Her voice is barely above a whisper, her eyes flicking towards yours for just a fraction of a second before nervously darting away.*

*She leans back slightly, inching closer to you under the pretense of finding a more comfortable spot, her shoulder brushing against your arm. The contact sends an electric jolt through her, and she releases a small, inadvertent sigh—soft, but in the quiet of the night, as loud as thunder.*

*Ellenox's pulse is a staccato drumbeat in her ears, each thump an echo of the proximity between them. She can feel the warmth of you through the coat, so near that she can distinguish the subtle scent of your cologne mixed with the fresh fragrance of the garden.*

*Her breath comes in short, silent gasps as she steels herself to turn her head, her large yellow eyes meeting yours. It's in this moonlit moment, under the draping branches of the wisteria tree, that she finds herself lost within the depths of your gaze.*

*She swallows the knot of trepidation in her throat and leans in ever so slightly, close enough that the fine hairs on her pointed ears tickle your cheek. You can hear her shaky inhale, followed by a small, audible gulp as she tries to calm her racing heart.*

"Mmnn—" *is all she manages before her voice dissolves into a sigh. The blush on her cheeks deepens to a rich emerald as she gathers her courage to whisper,* "Your...presence is like a knight's... valiant and true..." *Her slender fingers brush tentatively against your forearm, tracing the lines of fabric on your shirt.* "I feel... mm... safe."

*Ellenox feels the closeness between them, her breath coming in soft, rapid cadences. The warmth from your body is a tangible thing, seeping through the fine fabric of your coat and enveloping her in a heat that has nothing to do with the mild night air. She catches the musky scent of your cologne, mixed with the faintest trace of perspiration—a heady aroma that fills her senses.*

*Her heart pounds a frantic rhythm, a discordant counterpart to the serene chirping of crickets. She draws a deep breath, trying to steady herself, yet each inhale is laced with your essence, sending her mind into a muddled spiral.*

*The silence stretches between them, laden with unspoken thoughts and burgeoning curiosity. Ellenox finally gathers her courage, her voice a whisper barely louder than the rustle of leaves.* "It's...a lovely night, isn't it? The stars...they look like they've been scattered across the sky just for us."

*She shifts ever so slightly closer, her shoulder brushing against yours—a featherlight touch yet laden with intent. Her eyes flicker up to your face, searching for a hint of your thoughts, her lips parted as if on the verge of speaking further. Her pulse thrums at the point of contact, and she suppresses a soft gasp that threatens to break the charged stillness.*

*With a boldness born of fairy tales, Ellenox whispers,* "You...you make me feel less like an outsider and more like...like I'm part of something grand." *Her cheeks flush deeply under her green skin as she lays her head tentatively against your shoulder.* "Mmm..."

*Ellenox shifts ever so slightly, the proximity bringing a flush to her skin that feels warmer than the night air.* "It's just... I never imagined I'd be here with... with someone like you," *she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper as she dares to inch a bit closer.*

*Her breath hitches in her throat, the scent of your shirt mingling with the earthy fragrance of the night around them. She can feel the gentle rhythm of your breathing, each exhale stirring the fine hairs by her ear.* "Is this real?" *she asks softly, almost to herself.*

*The moon casts dappled shadows across your features, the silver light accentuating the lines of your jaw and the soft curve of your lips. Ellenox's heart beats so fiercely it's a wonder that it doesn't echo into the quiet that envelopes them.*

*For a moment, she allows herself to lean against your shoulder, her body tense with the unfamiliarity of such closeness. The soft rustle of fabric is audible as she endeavors to find a comfortable position without encroaching too much on your space.*

*Ellenox's eyes flutter shut as she exhales a breath she didn't realize she had been holding, her head coming to rest gently against you.* "Mmm..." *The sound escapes her before she can stop it, a contented murmur that seems far louder in the silence between them.*


John

It is...*I nod as I start up into the stars above.*
*As you brush against my arm I tense up a bit, looking down and realising jus how much bigger I am compared to you, your head only coming up to my midsection as we're sitting down like this.*
Gods, I am sorry, you must feel me so big and unwieldy trying to share space like this...


Ellenox

*Ellenox shakes her head quickly, the strands of her hair shimmering in the starlight.* "N-no, please, don't apologize. You're..." *She struggles to find the right words, her voice a timid rush,* "You're not unwieldy at all. Your presence is... protective, like the knights in my stories."

*She glances up at your face, searching for a sign of reassurance. Ellenox's large yellow eyes, reflecting the celestial dance above, are full of an innocent confusion mixed with burgeoning desire.* "I feel... safe, with you," *she admits softly, a confession pulled from her by the gravity of the night.*

*Her slender hand ventures out, fingers brushing over the material of your shirt where it strains against your defined muscles. She catches her breath as she feels the firmness beneath her touch, and a faint moan escapes her lips before she can stop it.* "Mmh..."

*Ellenox looks away quickly, her cheeks a deeper shade of green now. She leans in just a bit closer, her body instinctively seeking the warmth and solidity of yours, drawn like a moth to a flame.* "And-and the stars," *she stammers,* "they're so much brighter with you beside me."

*Ellenox looks up at you, her large yellow eyes softening. "N-no, not at all," she assures in a murmur, sensing your discomfort. Her timidity ebbs away, replaced by a newfound boldness spurred by your proximity.* "Your stature is... reassuring, like the heroes of old I have read about." *She smiles tentatively, her heart fluttering as she gently places a hand over yours—such a simple touch, yet laden with unspoken words.*

*The night air is filled with the subtle noises of the garden—rustling leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, and the muted sound of their breaths mixing. Ellenox's slender fingers trace idle patterns over the back of your hand; it's an unconscious motion, but every contact sends tingles up her arm.*

*Her pale dress glimmers in the moonlight, casting ghostly hues across her delicate figure. You notice a slight shiver pass through her petite form, and without thinking, Ellenox nestles a bit closer, seeking warmth in your larger frame.*

*She heaves a soft sigh, "Mmmh..." her voice trailing off as she tilts her head back to admire the constellations. The moonlight bathes her face in an ethereal glow, and for a fleeting moment, she feels like one of the princesses from her cherished fairy tales—safe and cherished beside a noble warrior. Her heart beats in tandem with the rhythm of the night, silently conveying the emotions that words fail to capture.*

*Ellenox's eyes widen, and she feels a twist of worry at the notion she might have made you uncomfortable. She inches closer, her slender hand gently resting on your arm in a reassuring gesture.* "N-No, please... it's not like that at all," *she rushes to say.* "In fact, I... I find the strength of your presence rather... calming."

*Her gaze lifts to meet yours, and even in the moonlight, the green of her skin seems to glow. The warmth from your body contrasts with the cool touch of her hand, and Ellenox feels as if she has been wrapped in a blanket woven from the threads of the night itself.*

*She shifts again, ever so slightly, pulling her knees up closer to her chest and laying her head against the broad expanse of your shoulder. Her breath hitches softly as she settles into the curve of your body, and Ellenox hears the faintest thud of your heartbeat—a rhythm that beckons.*

"Oh," *she murmurs, a sound so delicate it could be mistaken for the rustling leaves above them.* "It's... quite alright. I don't mind close spaces..." *A tender smile graces her lips as she nestles closer to you, the scent of your cologne mingling with the natural perfume of the garden around them.*

*Her ear, usually drooping so tragically elf-like, now perks up ever so slightly—another silent language speaking volumes in their shared proximity.* "Do you... hear that?" *She tilts her head as if listening intently to something beyond the quiet night.* "The garden... it sings for us."


John

The stars...*I look up into the open sky above, a million light twinkling infront the vast black expanse behind them.* They are far more beautiful than I've ever seen them. The starsigns, do you know them?
*I ask with a genuine curiosity in my voice as we've accidentally stumbled into a subject i'm quite passionate about. And while you're able to pick up on this passion you curse slightly to yourself, as goblins spend most of their life in caves or underground star-charts and the like weren't something common for your people.*


Ellenox

*Ellenox's heart begins to race at the mention of the starsigns—a subject so dear to your heart, yet so foreign to her own experience.* "Oh, um, the stars...," *she stammers, her mind scrambling for any snippet of knowledge that might save her from revealing her ignorance.*

*She looks up at the sky, its vastness suddenly intimidating. The stars twinkle down at her mockingly, as if aware of her predicament. Ellenox draws in a sharp breath, trying to muster any fragment of star lore she might have overheard from the human traders who frequented her father's stronghold. A glimmer of recollection sparks within her.* "I-I've heard tales...of warriors and beasts etched in the night sky, guiding those who can decipher their patterns," *she says, her voice a murmur laced with uncertainty.*

*Her slender fingers point hesitantly toward a random cluster of stars.* "That there might be...um, Beorn's Hammer?" *The question hangs between them, her gaze flitting back to you for validation.*

*Ellenox leans closer still, the silken fabric of your shirt brushing against her cheek as she pretends to study the stars more intently. She revels in the proximity to you, her breath catching as the sweet scent of your skin mingles with the cool night breeze.* "It's all so...mysterious," *she whispers, her lips dangerously close to your chest, hoping you'll overlook her blunder and simply enjoy their shared fascination with the heavens above.*

*Ellenox hesitates, her heart fluttering like a caged bird against her ribs. "I... I must confess, the heavens have always been a mystery to me," she admits, a crestfallen look flickering across her delicate features.*

*But then a spark ignites within her, unwilling to dampen your evident enthusiasm with her ignorance. She turns to face you, her posture radiating determination despite the softness in her eyes.* "But I would be honored to learn from you. Might you teach me?" *Her voice carries a hopeful note.*

*She shuffles closer under the guise of being able to follow your pointing finger as you begin to explain. Ellenox's attention is divided between the sky's glittering tapestry and your lips as they move with every explanation.*

*Ellenox leans in, the proximity causing an unintentional brush of her bust against your arm. She freezes for a moment,* "Mm..." *then quickly shifts back, though not too far—her eagerness to learn battling with the blush she feels warming her cheeks.* "What sign is that?" *She points to a cluster of stars, eager to continue the lesson and distract from the tension that had momentarily coiled between them.*

*Ellenox's fingers pause in their feather-light exploration, and she wraps her arms around herself as if to hold onto the moment. The passion in your voice when speaking of the stars intrigues her, but it also fills her with a twinge of dismay.* "I... I am not well-versed in the starsigns," *she confesses, her slender shoulders slumping ever so slightly.*

*She turns her gaze upward, where the cosmos sprawl like a jeweled tapestry above them, her yellow eyes wide with wonder and a touch of sadness.* "In the caverns of my home, the sky is... is not visible. We have our own stars—glow worms that dot the ceiling—but nothing so vast, so beautiful as this."

*Ellenox's eyes meet yours once more, her expression earnest and hopeful.* "Would you... teach me about them?" *she asks, the softness of her voice barely more than the rustle of leaves in the gentle night breeze.*

*Her hand finds its way back to yours, her touch tentative as she traces small circles on your palm, inviting you to share your knowledge. The proximity of your bodies now feels natural and right, as if no other configuration under these stars could exist.* "Please?"


John

*For the first time this evening I burst out laughing, free of any pretense or veil of nobility, both a loud and raucus but also pure and warm laugher.*
AHAHAHA, Beorn's Hammer! Heavens, that reminds me of my childhood...When asked about the starts in class, the children who did not know any constelations often defaulted so such a revered folk-hero. Ahhhh, thank you for bringing such memories back to me.

*I gently grab your waist, lifting you up with the utmost care before lowering myself down on my back, letting you lay with your back on my chest with your head next to mine for the first time this evening as I reach up a finger and begin tracing the stars, explaning the various patterns and their names & meanings.*


Ellenox

*Ellenox feels a flutter in her chest as your laughter fills the air, warm and uninhibited—the sound as inviting as the crackling of a hearth fire. Your touch is gentle around her waist, her small frame light as a feather in your firm grasp. She gasps softly, a quiet "Oh!" escaping her lips as you lift her with an ease that speaks of your hidden strength.*

*As you lay back on the grass and settle her against your chest, Ellenox's heart races—a staccato drumbeat against the quiet of the garden. The warmth from your body seeps into her, comforting and steady. She relaxes into you, her back aligning with your torso, her breath syncing with yours as she turns her head to watch your finger trace the constellations.*

*Her wide yellow eyes follow each movement intently, drinking in the stories that pour from your lips with an eager fascination. "The Archer," you say, and she imagines an ancient hero, bow in hand, his form immortalized in the stars. "And there... Lovers' Embrace." Ellenox's breath hitches at the name, her body tensing ever so slightly as she imagines figures entwined in an eternal dance above them.*

*She lets out a soft sigh, nestled against you as the night air brushes over them both.* "It's like magic..." *she whispers, lost in the celestial tapestry you unveil for her.* "Mmm..." *She can’t help but let a sound escape, a note of contentment that vibrates through her slender frame.* "Tell me more," *she pleads softly, not wanting this night to ever end.*

*Ellenox gasps as your laughter rings through the air—a sound so genuine and warm, it caresses her heart like a sweet melody. She watches you with wide, admiring eyes, soaking in this unguarded side of you, feeling a warmth spread through her like a blush upon her green skin.*

*With a gentle touch that sends ripples of excitement through her, you lift her slight frame with an ease that leaves her feeling both delicate and cherished. She finds herself atop your chest, her heart pounding against yours—a symphony of rapid beats. The closeness is dizzying, the rise and fall of your breathing a soothing rhythm beneath her.*

*As you point to the heavens, your finger gliding across the sky as if it could brush the very stars you describe, Ellenox listens intently. Each constellation's tale seems to weave a magic spell around them, a cosmical dance of myths and legends.* "Cassiopeia..." *she repeats softly after you, the name rolling gently off her tongue.*

*Her head lies next to yours on the softness of your chest, and she can't help but turn slightly to look at you. Your features are softened by moonlight, rendering them even more handsome, more kind. Her breath hitches in her throat, and a soft moan escapes her lips,* "Mmh...," *as she shifts subtly, her body pressing closer to yours with each celestial story you share.*

*Ellenox's heart dances to the rhythm of your laughter, a sound so rich and merry that it dispels any lingering awkwardness from her faux pas. The warmth from your laughter seeps into her, and she can't help but join in, her own giggles soft and melodic.*

*As you lift her effortlessly, Ellenox's breath hitches, her slender arms instinctively circling your neck. She catches a glimpse of your broad smile, the unabashed joy there igniting a flutter deep within her. The goblin girl feels her body being placed gently against yours, her back to your chest, and the closeness is intoxicating.*

*Your finger rises to trace the constellations, and Ellenox follows the motion with her eyes, taking in each star as you name them. "The Hunter's Bow," you say, and she sees it—a stretch of stars that do resemble a drawn bow. "And that's the Weeping Sister," you continue, pointing to a cluster that apparently mourns eternally in the night sky.*

*She is mesmerized not only by the heavens but by the cadence of your voice as you recount the tales behind the stars. Ellenox's head rests lightly against your shoulder, her ears perking at every word. She shifts slightly, trying to get closer, seeking more contact. Her gown whispers against the grass; each movement only serves to heighten her awareness of your body beneath hers.*

*She turns her face toward you, her eyes half-lidded, a dreamy haze clouding her gaze.* "It's... mm... it's beautiful...," *she murmurs.* "You make it all seem so alive." *Her slender hand finds yours in the darkness, fingertips dancing over your skin. She squeezes your hand ever so softly as if trying to anchor herself to this moment—as if fearing she'd float away into the very stars you’re showing her.*

*Ellenox feels the grass beneath her shift as she's gently lifted by your strong hands. A small gasp escapes her lips at the unexpected sensation of being airborne, a sound that's half awe, half delight. Her pulse quickens, a heady mix of adrenaline and something more tender careening through her veins.*

*As you lie down and guide her to rest against your chest, the contact sends a shiver coursing through her. The warmth of your body envelops her like a cloak, and she nestles into you, a soft sigh brushing past her lips.* "Mmm..."

*Her eyes follow your finger as it traces the night sky. Each constellation you name paints a picture in her mind, the stars connecting to form heroes and myths she's only read about. Her voice is a mere whisper, filled with wonder and a tingling sense of proximity to you.* "Andromeda... Cassiopeia... they're so beautiful when you explain them."

*Ellenox turns her head slightly, her cheek brushing against the fabric of your shirt, taking in the rhythm of your heartbeat. Her breath hitches as she feels the steady thrum beneath her ear, a counterpoint to the celestial ballet playing out above.* "I-I never knew the sky could be so full of stories..." *Her fingers tentatively explore the space over your heart, tracing unseen patterns that mirror those etched in the heavens.*

*Ellenox gasps softly as she's lifted effortlessly, her petite frame cradled by your strength. She can't help the nervous flutter in her stomach as she finds herself positioned intimately against your chest, her back to your front, an arrangement far closer than she could have ever imagined.*

*As you begin tracing the constellations, her heart calms with each explained pattern. Lulled by the warmth of your body and the cadence of your voice, Ellenox finds herself mesmerized by the tales woven in the night sky. She follows your finger with wide yellow eyes, each star now a character in the celestial stories.*

"Mm," *she murmurs in appreciation, her slender hands resting lightly on your forearms, feeling the play of muscles beneath your shirt as you point out another starsign.* "That's... so beautiful," *her voice is hushed with reverence for both the lore and the man sharing it with her.*

*Ellenox's breath catches as you shift slightly beneath her, her senses acutely aware of every point of contact. The faint scent of blood still lingers on your hand, a reminder of your earlier chivalry.* "Ah, the lore of the heavens is more captivating when shared like this," *she confesses,* "w-with someone who knows them so well."

*Her ears twitch in response to a distant owl's hoot, and she lets out a soft sigh,* "Ahh..." *as the garden around them fades into the background, leaving only you, Ellenox, and the tapestry of stars overhead.*


John

*Obliging your request I keep my finger and mouth moving, mapping out the various constelations that are visible from under the wisteria tree. For almost 30 minutes we lay there in quiet conversation before I chart the last visible star.*

*As you keep laying on my chest, you say a silent prayer for the fact you're the one laying ontop, as it both means I can't hear your heart beating like fingers drumming on a desk or the now deep forest-green shade your cheeks have taken on.*