Love lies bleeding
Here is the sad tale of poor Amaranth the elf. Amaranth was in love with a fickle hearted faery. He wrote her poems of undying love and picked her the finest blooms, with which she adorned herself. He loved her with every fibre of his being. He thought that he was loved back. He was not, for his love had another love and he was a faery. This faery knew nothing of Amaranth and thought that he was the one true love of the beautiful, fickle, faery. Amaranth discovered the faeries together and his heart broke. He knew that as an elf, he could never compete with a being with wings. He now wanders the world looking for that one true love that may be out there, but cannot find her. His vision is clouded by that fateful day, when his love flew off with another and left him bereft. Sometimes he calls her name on the wind, thinking that he may be able to forgive her, sometimes he hopes that she will fly back to him, sometimes he wishes that he were dead. Maybe some day he will find that one special someone. Maybe some day she will creep into my clay and call his name and I will find her waiting within it and bring her out. Maybe you have already met her. Maybe she will heal his broken heart. Maybe... Amaranth the elf stands at just over  6 inches high. His arms can be gently posed. He is completely one of a kind.