"You're a high elf..." muttered Galaeron to the surprise of his two subordinates.
The foreign term brought Lyon furrowing his brows. (High elf? Do elves still have something to differentiate themselves from their own kin?).
"High elf, you're a high elf," muttered the dark elf before he gulped. "But... you're also..."
"A high dark elf," Kesya smiled before one of her eyes turned dark plum. "Heh," she smirked.
Lyon sighed before grabbing the top of her head and then rustling her hair, "That's enough showing off."
"Ah, my hair!" Kesya pouted but crossed her arms instead of tapping his hand away.
"That's that," said Lyon before he crossed his arms and darted back at the two elves.
"Impossible..." the dark elf took a step back.
"Huh?" Galaeron leered over. He saw the dark elf tremblings from his hair to his toes. The absurd fear was apparent as his pupils shrunk to a dot. "Accursed child..."
