Ryan nodded. "The sea of clouds is really beautiful, but we're not in the mountains. The whole town of Sunset is built on top of a flying island."
The elf's ears began to wiggle with excitement. "We're on a flying island? I thought they no longer existed on the central continent."
Rising from his chair, Ryan held out his hand to the elf. "Come on, let's explore the village a bit."
Elysia hesitated for a moment, still processing everything that was happening. Then she took Ryan's hand and got up from the bed. Her movements, although still a little slow and clumsy, revealed a growing curiosity and enthusiasm.
The elf was wearing light, white clothes, as her elven clothes were torn and dirty. Before leaving the room, Ryan handed her a white dress he had found in her closet. "The owner of this dress won't mind," he thought, already planning to buy some presents so that his wife wouldn't be uncomfortable.
