"Tyris!" came Midnight's jovial voice through the comms. I sat back in my chair, more than willing to watch the show that was about to come on the screen.
"Midnight Along The Fast Fields," said the Dryadalis with a regal nod of his head. "I reached out to see where you were," he continued.
Unlike the first time I had seen him, this time, I was able to truly study the Elf.
His white hair hung down well past his waist in different layers. Some were held together in a gold band, while others were simply braided and hung down his well-defined chest. His ears had multiple silver earrings hanging from them, almost hidden under his hair. He was well dressed in a black, high-necked robe that covered everything from his neck to his wrists and his toes. The edges and buttons were highlighted in a matted silver.
