The elf just lazily waved it off. "It's not that special, really."
He yawned. "She never told me her name. She just entertained me the entire time as she led me back to town. When I told my parents about her, they just looked at me weirdly."
He walked to another bookshelf and took out a book. "Everyone I've told this to all said I was just imagining things. When I got a little older, I started digging into it. I searched every book, every nook and cranny, every rumor, and every crazed rambling."
He shook his head. "And found nothing. Yet, when I turned my focus to the children, there was a lot. All of the children I talked to said the same, that no adults believed them. All of it was dismissed as a child's daydream."
