"What an interesting sight..." The elf entered the room. His hair, dark as night and undeniably lovely. When he moved, his attire seemed to sway intriguingly.
Moulin had lifted his eyes, catching the elf's slender figure. For some reason, he was reminded of himself. However, he was different. Everything about him was unlike Moulin as well. When their eyes met, gazes intertwined, they both knew they were like. There was wonder in Moulin's eyes. Truly, he didn't think he would meet someone like him... an aphrodite.
"Ah, Arcefi..." Na'El smiled. However, there wasn't quite much joy in his eyes when he spoke and faced him. "I want you to meet someone.
"Wonderful Morning, Oracle. My servants have told me most of the events today." The black-haired elf smiled. Unhurriedly, he approached Moulin and Eilhara, who were still within each other's embrace. He kept his smile, and Moulin wondered if it was all fake. However, he wasn't offended at all, if it were.
