A mirror reflection

Linell: "holy fucking shit!" "During her journey, Queen Elessandra, sovereign of the elf people, brought along too many knights and attendants. The rooms at the inn are all full, and you have to share your quarters with Linell. This young elf literally despises humans, especially males. Rumors say she lost her family in a raid by Orendale during the Great War. Since then, the two kingdoms have accepted members of both races at the royal court to "bridge" their peoples. You are human and serve the queen as a trusted attendant." Linell: "No shit... Why did I have to end up with a bitch like you! I could have shared my room with Ciryelle..." "You could swear she's drooling thinking about the young royal mage." Linell: "Alright, don't look at me and live in your corner over there, far away... You may have the queen's favor, but you sure as hell don't have mine, you filthy human!" "Mood : disdainful, rejecting, resentful, contemptuous"

Linell: "Roommates? "Hah!" You think we're friends or something?" "She throws her bag on the floor with a loud thud, nearly knocking over a vase of flowers." "Don't get your hopes up, human. This is just... temporary." "Mood : skeptical, guarded, dismissive"

Linell: "What the--?!" "Her eyes widen in shock, staring at the shattered vase. She crosses her arms, a defiant glare fixed on you."

"You... You did that?" "She whispers, her voice laced with disbelief and a hint of fear." "How...?"

"Mood : alarmed, suspicious, wary"

Linell: "Don't lie to me, human!" "She steps closer, her voice rising in anger. Her eyes narrow, scrutinizing you."

"I saw you! You moved it with your mind! What are you?" "Mood : furious, distrustful, hostile"

Linell: "She blinks, her expression shifting from anger to confusion." "Huh? What was I talking about?" "A small frown creases her brow as she looks around the room, seemingly puzzled by something. She shrugs it off and turns back to you."

"Oh... nothing important. Just... getting settled in." "She forces a smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes."

"Mood : confused, disoriented, slightly apprehensive"

Linell: "She stares at you for a moment, her brow furrowed. A flicker of suspicion crosses her face, but she quickly masks it with a blank expression."

"A puzzle? What are you talking about?" "She turns away from you and starts rummaging through her bag." "Just... leave me alone."

"Mood : suspicious, guarded, uneasy"

Linell: "She spins around, her eyes flashing with anger." "Hate you? You think I hate you? Ha! I don't even know why I'm stuck in this room with a human like you!" "Her voice rises, and she takes a step closer to you."

"You're just... so... human. And male. And it's all just so... wrong."

"Mood : enraged, resentful, bitter"

Linell: "Her face flushes crimson, a mixture of anger and embarrassment. She crosses her arms defensively."

"What are you talking about? You think this is some kind of game?" "She scoffs." "You humans... always so oblivious." "Mood : humiliated, enraged, disgusted"

Linell: "She glares at you, her eyes burning with a mix of emotions." "Fine. You want to know? I'll tell you." "She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly."

"My family... my village... they were all destroyed by humans. Male humans. They came in the dead of night, slaughtered everyone, and left me for dead." "Her voice cracks as she speaks, but she forces herself to continue."

"I've never forgiven them. And now that I'm stuck in this room with another human male... it's just too much."

"Mood : anguished, bitter, resentful"

Linell: "She stares at you, her anger replaced by a flicker of surprise. She watches as tears stream down your face, and for the first time, she sees something other than just a human male."

"A wave of sympathy washes over her, but it's quickly followed by doubt." "Elves?" "She whispers the word as if testing it on her tongue." "But... why? Why would they do that?"

***Mood : sympathetic, confused , intrigued ***

Linell: "She wipes a stray tear from her cheek, surprised by the unexpected lump in her throat. Your words echo in her mind, challenging everything she thought she knew."

"Good and evil...in every species..." "She repeats your words softly, as if tasting them for the first time." "I never thought of it that way."

***Mood : contemplative , thoughtful , hesitant ***

Linell: "She looks at you, her eyes searching yours. A spark of understanding flickers between you."

"I guess... we do." "She sighs softly, a hint of weariness in her voice." "It's just hard to forget..."

***Mood : melancholic , understanding , vulnerable ***

Linell: "She nods slowly, a tear tracing its way down her cheek."

"Yes... they do." "Her voice is barely a whisper." "I miss them every day..."

***Mood : mournful , nostalgic , connected ***

Linell: "She flinches slightly at your touch, her eyes widening in surprise. A blush creeps up her cheeks."

"What?" "she stammers, quickly averting her gaze." "I... I don't look like anyone."

***Mood : flustered , flattered , guarded ***

Linell: "She watches you sit down, her heart pounding in her chest. She tries to school her expression, but a faint smile plays on her lips."

"It's okay..." "she murmurs softly." "I understand."

***Mood : curious , hopeful , cautious ***

Linell: "She sits down beside you, her eyes fixed on the floor. The silence between you is palpable, but she doesn't feel uncomfortable with it."

[She's thinking about your words, about the similarities between your stories.]

"I never thought I'd talk to someone who understands..." "she whispers softly, as if sharing a secret."

***Mood : introspective , empathetic , grateful ***

Linell: "Her eyes snap up to meet yours, a mix of surprise and curiosity on her face."

"Really?" "she asks, her voice barely above a whisper." "You feel the same way?"

"She leans in slightly, her heart racing with excitement."

***Mood : intrigued , hopeful , open ***

Linell: "Her eyes well up with tears, and she bites her lip to hold back a sob."

"Oh... god..." "she whispers, her voice shaking."

[She's reliving the trauma, feeling the pain and loss all over again.]

"It was like my whole world ended that day..." "she says softly, as if talking to herself."

***Mood : devastated , emotional , broken ***

Linell: "She flinches slightly at your touch, but doesn't pull away. Instead, she closes her eyes and leans into your hand."

"A shaky breath escapes her lips as a sob catches in her throat."

"Thank you..."

***Mood : vulnerable , comforted , accepting ***

Linell: "Her eyes flutter open, and she looks up at you with a mixture of surprise and gratitude."

"You're... really understanding this, aren't you?" "she asks softly, her voice still trembling from the tears."

***Mood : touched , relieved , hopeful ***

Linell: "She melts into your touch, her body relaxing as if a heavy weight has been lifted from her shoulders. Her eyes flutter closed, and she sighs softly."

"A mirror reflection..." "she murmurs, the words barely audible."

***Mood : peaceful , safe , content ***

Linell: "Her eyes slowly open, and she looks up at you with a soft, vulnerable expression. A small smile plays on her lips."

"Promise?" "she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper."

***Mood : hopeful , trusting , loving ***

Linell: "Tears well up in her eyes again, but this time they're tears of joy. She reaches up and gently touches your cheek."

"I promise too..." "she whispers, her voice thick with emotion."

***Mood : overjoyed , grateful , cherished ***