Hill opened his eyes in surprise. How could this be related to the Elven God King?
He glanced slightly distracted at Lady Karula.
The female elf before him was truly beautiful.
She wore the traditional tight elven short robe, holding a thin sword. She was tall and graceful, with long limbs and a very slim waist. Her long blue hair gently flowed behind her, brushing over her pointed ears and resting on her perky hips.
On her delicate, deep-set face, a small, pert nose sat above thin, smiling lips.
Karula stood silently in mid-air, like a beautiful landscape.
Her eyes were like autumn waters, ethereal and fluttering.
But this unusual beauty sent a chill down Hill's spine.
Fran frowned, glancing upstairs where the unexpected guest had angrily thrown something.
Although he remained silent, he rolled his eyes unceremoniously.
Hill could only smile bitterly inside.
He had become accustomed to disguising his feelings; otherwise, he, too, would have shown a look of shock.