Fang Hong opened the door, and outside stood Hilveld.
"Good evening, Mr. Ade, I hope I'm not disturbing you?" the girl said, her eyes gentle and serene like the moonlight filtering through the forest, reminiscent of Elves crafting that brilliant gemstone in Irean.
The forest was becoming bright.
The girl's long hair gleamed like finely crushed gold, the tip of her nose had the sheen of jade, and her cherry-colored lips held the secrets of stars and flowers. She tilted her head slightly upward, her face bathed in moonlight, appearing like an Elf in the woods.
"I'd like to borrow a blanket, Miss Atira said you have some here."
Atira was on night watch duty today, and Hilveld and her maid had pitched a tent at the lookout's Carry House.
"Ah, yes," Fang Hong answered, "I'll go get it for you."
