An Elf's Tale, Part 48

Her ears wouldn't stop twitching, and the voices wouldn't stop muttering.

She could hear them, the looming audience behind balcony railings; their conversations encompassing a vast array of topics… yet one way or another, somehow, they all led back to her. 

Her rise to prominence.

Her unparalleled strength.

Her immense potential as a Knight.

And the perilous risks she posed should she ever turn out to be a threat. 

Over and over in more dubious, uncertain inflections, her ears would twitch to their unending discussions. One aristocrat conversing with another, a red hood whispering to a commander… an ignorant nobleman ignorantly questioning the intricacies with a blue-eyed Magus. 

Terra…