Kael's jaw tensed. His body moved slightly, preparing to fight or flee. His instincts screamed inwardly.
'Just what kind of shits did Veydrins do have their names spread far and wide.''
"You are Veydrin, right?" she asked again, her eyes narrowing.
Kael held her gaze, his voice low. "Does that make us your enemy?"
A short pause.
"…No."
The elf stepped closer. In one smooth motion, she pulled back her hood.
Kael's breath hitched for a moment.
Her hair flowed down like glass threads—crystalline strands of pale silver, reflecting the aurora in soft hues of blue and green. Her skin was smooth, almost translucent, like carved ice with a faint glow from within.
Her eyes were sharp, frosted blue, almost too bright to look at directly. Her face was emotionless, framed by delicate features and long, pointed ears tipped in frost.
She was beautiful in a cold, untouchable way. Like a frozen statue that might never melt.
She looked straight at Kael. Her expression didn't change.
