Aeliana pulled her cloak tighter as she stepped onto the busy streets, the morning air crisp against her skin. She moved with purpose, her steps firm despite the uncertainty twisting in her chest. The rhythmic clang of metal striking metal echoed from the direction of the blacksmith's forge, guiding her path.
Predictably, Kael was at her side before she had even made it halfway there. His sharp gaze swept over her, suspicion clear in his eyes.
"Why are you going to the blacksmith?" he asked, his tone edged with wariness. "What business could you possibly have there?"
Aeliana didn't slow her stride. "I'm looking for work."
Kael blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Work?" He stepped in front of her, forcing her to stop. "You? At a forge?"
She let out a sigh, adjusting her cloak. "Yes, Kael. Work. I need to support myself."
Kael frowned, crossing his arms. "You're an elf. And not just any elf—you're—"