Ria slipped into the town quietly, after spotting a group of this place's inhabitants entering through the invisible gate between two trees.
Now, she wandered through the bustling streets, her eyes darting left and right, taking in the surroundings. The town was alive with activity.
The Elvins, as the Hunter amulet translated, moved with a grace and rhythm that felt almost choreographed. Their movements were fluid and a bit different than hers, their voices soft yet purposeful, and their clothing seemed to shimmer subtly in the emerald light that bathed the town.
Ria adjusted her stance and tried to mimic their fluidity, gliding her steps as though she had been born in this place. But despite her efforts, she felt clumsy, awkward even. Her movements lacked the natural elegance of the Elvins. She felt their gazes linger on her for a moment longer than comfortable.
