The most perplexing thing about visiting the city of Sharance for the first time isnāt in fact the immense tree currently showering her with pink blossom petals. It isnāt the strange elf she ran into on the far edge of town shouting about refractions of light.
No, to Maerwen, itās the man currently crossing her path whose outfit appears to be coatedā¦in scales.
Maerwen wrinkles her brow as she turns to watch him go, tilting her head to the side. No, as far as she knows, humans donāt wear scales in any way. Fashion is beyond her, perhaps as evidenced by her simple, long, black dress.Ā She works her jaw in frustration, sorting through unearthed files in her head that might suggest whyĀ his robes are coated in these, only stopping her staring when she realizes the man has, in fact, paused, and is looking at her.
Immediately she stiffens.Ā āWhat?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā heād been walking AIMLESSLY, following his monotone but comfortable daily routine-- it being greeting all the villagers he passed by as he ran his errands--Ā contemplating on passing by the bathhouse for a morning bath, when he SPOTS someone he doesnāt recognise.
Ā Ā Ā Ā itās not as if heād been MEANING to stare ever so blatantly at her. more like, he was so engrossed in his own thoughts & newfound curiosity, that he hadnāt even noticed sheād been looking at him. how could he NOTĀ ? heās heard of them before, but it was the first time seeing a dark elf with his own eyes. & it was just that, but also--
Ā Ā Ā Ā mind SNAPS back into reality at her quick-witted question, instantly blabbering a, ā oh, sorry for staring ! i was just thinking-- youāve got such PRETTY hair ! ā before he can stop himself. not that heād say anything else if heād had the chance to think it over-- LYING has never been one of his strong points.Ā