The elf gazed at him. Her beautiful platinum hair was braided against her scalp, and the rest of it fell behind her back like a gentle waterfall. She wore plainly, keeping a simple look, for she wasn't one to adore gold and gems on cloth. However, the silvery markings on her neck were exposed, evidently revealing her blood as a moon elf descendant. The long silks that parted to reveal her arms fluttered around her, and it almost looked as if she had grown wings. Lady Phaelona in Moulin's memories had always worn a smile, sometimes a smirk when she was thinking of something to annoy him and Colahn. Everything seemed bright and mysterious around her.