Thorn looked at himself in the mirror for the hundredth time, he wanted to look perfect for this dinner.
He tucked his hair back, revealing his long, curved ears and the earring dangling from his left.
Taking deep breaths to suppress his excitement and a shy demeanour remained as he left the room.
As he passed the maids, faint, fading screams caught his attention, making him wonder what had happened. The maids bolted at the first sign of him asking, making him baffled.
Shrugging off his wondering thought, his mind focused on how the dinner would play out.
Elora walked into the garden; the smell of flowers soothed her mind, and her gaze took in the sight before her as she walked to the dining table. The ceiling-high dome glass was adorned with cascading glowing vines and flowers.
Vibrant flowers surrounded a crystal fountain at the centre, its shimmering water cascading into a reflective pool.
