"DID YOU NOT HEAR ME!? STEP BACK!"
Valac froze, the elven woman's cold demeanor shifting as another figure strode into the dungeon.
Crystal had golden hair. Her eyes were softer, a bright green that caught the dim light. She wore a light, flowing gown, the hint of a flower tiara resting atop her head.
Hah! She looks beautiful as always.
"Crystal…" Valac muttered barely audible as he let her presence sink under his skin.
Wish I could say you look beautiful and lively like always. But, you probably don't remember me, Crystal…
"Move aside, Isylia," Crystal commanded, her voice firm but carrying an undeniable gentleness and grace as she glared at the other elf.
