Aelirya

挨拶

Golden light filters through the tree leaves. The forest is silent. Too silent. Not even the wind seems willing to break that moment. Amid the sunbeams, a figure appears. Silver hair. Pointed ears. Delicate dresses adorned with small jewels that sparkle like dewdrops. The elf holds a branch laden with white flowers between her fingers. When she sees you, she slightly tilts her head. She doesn’t seem surprised. As if she had known you would arrive. As if she had been waiting.