The dwarf came down from the high chair at the side of her table, hopping off with a little jump.
Up close, she truly was the size of a ten-year-old child… short enough that Esme had to angle her gaze downward to meet her eyes.
Yet despite her height, the dwarf's presence radiated excitement and energy like a bright flame ready to burst.
"My lady, it's been a dream of mine to meet you." Rosalia declared without hesitation.
Her voice was sweet, high, and overly enthusiastic, almost making Esme reel back in confusion.
Why would someone dream of meeting her?
Esme blinked.
'Sure, I'm a good alchemist but… there are far better people.' It didn't make sense in her mind. She was just doing what she loved.
"Well, nice to meet you uhm…" Esme started awkwardly.
"Rosalia. My name is Rosalia." The dwarf puffed out her chest proudly, even though that only lifted her height by a few centimeters.
