"Yael . . . this child . . ." Says Vashti, who walked towards Yael, who was carrying a boy in his sturdy arms. The boy had a distinct platinum-blond hair. Vashti tilted her head as she stared at the boy. She's usually seen this certain hair color at the Elven Realm.
Even though she was a Half-Breed, Vashti was able to stay in the Higher Plane for long. Her father belonged to the Aredhel line, which was considered to be one of the nobility. Vashti Aredhel was considered a disgrace to both her kin and the Elves themselves; she had spent almost all of her life locked in a tower—but she was able to wander secretly in the Elven Realm.
The platinum-blond hair speaks of noble blood. It was a rare color, along with sheer black.
"Is he from the nobility? He looks so frail," Arletha exclaimed. "Very frail. Wah! His skin's so soft."
Vashti pouted and then pushed her forefinger gently to the boy's skin. It really looked soft and flawless.
