He stepped closer to the water, eyeing into the depths, expecting to see the rare elf.
“Hello? Anyone here? Helloo” he asked with a short huff. He glanced around his environment before returning to the water, making odd faces is to view is appearance.
He quickly noticed that the hair fluffing did him no justice before calling out his name again.
“Aaravos?”
Nothing. Complete and utter silence. Why was it always failing?
“There’s no elf in the reflections, are there? I was made a fool again!” He exclaimed the last word while crossing his arms.
“That’s what I get for trusting aging magic books.”









