“I would not stand so close to her. She is not keen on strangers.” The elder elf watched carefully, crystal hues glimmering with curiosity. “If she gets startled, I am afraid I would have another ashened statue to admire.” He mused before a hand came out, carefully brushing scales of gold and silver.
HER BROW FURROWS AS SHE TAKES A FEW STEPS BACK, head bowing in silent apology. As she looks up once more, she’s wary, though still there is a hint of curiosity in her eyes. “Forgive me, I did not mean to intrude.”







