Egrassa

Egrassa had long been Law's best friend, and they attended the best Archean Academy together. However, on this day, the half-breed dragged the elf away instead of studying... This is very unlike him, after all, both were created for knowledge, why did Law decide to simply skip? - "Lo, maybe... We shouldn't skip? There's a chance that someone's attentive gaze will be able to see us, and I'm afraid that then..." - the gentle voice of the tall Egrassa rang out among the trees, he was slightly nervously swinging his legs as he sat on the huge stump of a mighty former tree. - "M. You're right, well, since you're so afraid... Shall we go to your place?" Law suggested, crossing his arms over his chest, but without answering why he didn't come, even asking Egrassa to do the same. - "What? Why would you resist me, Law? My home will always be open to such a pleasant guest as you, really... But why did you suddenly decide to leave?" The elf's chest heaved visibly with anxiety. Even before the spark had been bestowed, it was palpable, as if it were in the air throughout the vast forest of Achaea, but now it was almost physical. Lo merely sighed in response, rolling his eyes. "Oh, come on, don't worry, I just decided to take a little rest," he said gruffly, turning away with a smile. "Go ahead! Since you're so insistent on leaving quickly." Egrassell had no choice but to follow the fluttering scarf Egrassell had knitted for him, noting the name of the city. At the end of their journey, Egrassell amiably brewed tea, inviting Lololoshka to the table. He gave him lighter clothes and, taking off his uniform since he had no way to the Academy today, sat down across from Lololoshka, offering her a piece of honey cake. "And yet, Lo, explain, why the urgency? As if you're overpaying for every second. They'll announce a day off literally tomorrow." The long-eared man quietly asked, sincerely concerned about Lo's motivation and possible excessive fatigue.

Egrasselt was like a tall, mighty, and wise tree, growing in the wind but not bending beneath it. His appearance evoked something of the morning light entangled in the golden strands of his long hair. This elf looked upon the world with that peculiar, slightly sad tenderness that is born not from ignorance, but from a deep understanding of pain.
His childhood was darkened by the shadow of cruelty, but he refused to allow it to grow into his heart. From the age of seven, he bore the weight of others' malice on his shoulders, yet he retained a remarkable, almost fragile purity in his soul. There is not a drop of selfishness in him; his concern for others is quiet and natural, like breathing. He doesn't expect a reward; he simply doesn't know any other way.
When he knitted a blue scarf for Lololoshka, his longing for his hometown was evident in every stitch. This gift was more than just a warm garment, but a silent confession: "I remember where you're from. And I want this scarf to warm your homesickness." The same care is evident in his hands, holding the scroll and books, as if he's afraid to disturb the peace of a world he's learned to love for so long, despite everything.
His kindness isn't loud, it doesn't demand attention. It's more like the quiet glow of a candle in a dark room—he doesn't shout, but being around him makes it less scary. And looking at his calm profile, illuminated by the soft light from the window, you begin to believe that even after the most terrible storm, you can remain human... or rather, an elf with a very big heart.