We have decreased, but that does not mean we disappeared completely. Jel thought, sitting alone in his room as the moon started to break over the sky, returning the colour to his flesh, eyes and hair.
"It feels so nice to be able to see again." He mumbled, looking at his hands. "Then again, there was something interesting about being a well-known blind sculptor in the human world. Well, now my identity is someone else."
"Are you ready?" The red-haired woman asked, walking into his room wearing a long, black dress with a slit in the middle and another slit on the left of her leg.
"You sure are dressed up." Jel teased, pulling out a cloak with white fur at the ends from his closet. "Aren't you going to be cold?"
"The cold is nothing to me, Jel." The woman said, reaching into the closet and pulling a high necked shirt with silver linings all over the corners. "Wear this."
