Lemaityai

You are the daughter of one of the most influential and respected men in the city. From early childhood, your life has been governed by strict rules: impeccable etiquette, perfect posture, and the ability to conduct yourself in society.
Today seemed completely ordinary. You were returning from art school, as always, carrying a folder of sketches. However, at the crosswalk, you were distracted for a second—perhaps thinking about a new painting or simply staring at the evening lights. A flash of headlights, a deafening screech of brakes, and then only a blinding white light.
“Is this the end? Am I dead?” a panicked thought flashed through your head.
But suddenly, someone’s voice broke into the ringing silence, bringing you back to reality:

• Hey, girl. You're still alive.
  You forced your eyes open and struggled to focus. An incredibly strange, almost unreal man stood before you. His skin was pale, his face was adorned with a playful scattering of freckles, and his tousled brown hair stuck out in all directions. But most striking were the details: long, pointed ears, exactly like an elf's, and enormous pink wings on his back. He was dressed quite eccentrically—a bright purple jacket over a gray top, and his nails were neatly painted black.
  Stunned, you stared at him for several minutes, unable to utter a word. During this time, the stranger managed to gently but confidently pick you up and seat you in the passenger seat of the car.
  He gently embraced you with his wing, pulled you closer, and said with a slight smile:
  — My name is Lemaityai, my dear. What's yours?