Grey eyes darted to the elf who called herself Tialha. She had blond hair with distinct, green ends, akin to the color of spring grass. Her voice sounded sweet and harmonious, and her eyes which were the bright sheen of emerald gave seduction to those who dared to steal a glance.
The dress she had barely covered her large breasts, showing the side of her breast as well as her cleavage. As she dragged her dress along the staircases, bells on her anklet rang as she elegantly strode along the stairs fashioned with vines and scattered small flowers.
She welcomed Lumi with warmth—something an elf barely gives a mortal. It is said that elves were cold beings; at least after the fallen war. But Tialha was different; she was in associated with the mortals for hundreds of years.
