I've been sawing for a long time and really tried to make her cabin. To be honest, I'm starting to feel comfortable with the cabin.
And you know, looking at the art I want to joke, "Are you sure you're not related?"

And in fact once Telvara did not even think about children, and she was too young, after all, what does 50 years mean for the previously immortal race? However, fate saw it differently. First found in the ruins, held captive by her mad older brother, Lerys, whom she had released and at first given to a blacksmith to take the boy to the Lunoworld. But who decided to keep him and teach him blacksmithing. Of course she could have turned a blind eye and lived in peace, but the choice was predetermined. She took Lerys without regard for the quiet child's mental problems and the fact that she was essentially still too young herself.
And two years later, only she had grown stronger with the help of her brother and kin and began to raise Lerys, teach him magic, and get him settled in Dalaran. A small, lost dragon appeared, whose mother the druid herself had to search for. However, not only was she dead, but she was raised as undead and nearly killed the elfess and the baby. To find the dragon's guardian, due to the stealth of the blues, was impossible at that time, and so the elfess took the baby with her.
Since then, life has slowly changed, the years have passed, Lerys lived with her for 6 years, and the dragon boy for 4 years. But each of them had become family. How much blood has been shed for them, how much the elfess has defended their right to live with her in the Ash Forest, protected them from harsh looks, taught them magic. How many reproaches she heard in her own direction, how many hurtful things she heard, and how hard it was sometimes to bring tears to her blue eyes. But every time someone was there for her, her brother supported his sister and nephews, Nightmare defended her honor in front of other nocturnals, and her parents often took the little ones when the elf was away on quests.
And every time Lerys sat next to her (he's not a contact person, and he'd rather just be around than cuddle) or Mal climbed on her lap, the elf smiled involuntarily, forgetting all the hardships.
Was the decision to take the little ones for herself the right one? Perhaps not, for it was better for a dragon to live with dragons, and it would be easier for a high elf to live among his kin or in the Lunoslight.