Every day, while fetching water from the mountain, Narin tried to get close to Fian, but he always ignored her. She had even pretended to be exhausted or fallen to the ground, yet he never objected.
Still, she wanted to capture the elf's attention. Not as a lover just as a follower. Imagine what people would say if they knew she had an elf at her side.
Like Gara, who could command Fian to do anything, she wanted someone like that for herself.
As the two young men walked home, Narin trailed behind, not too far.
Gara greeted villagers along the way, making Narin huff in irritation.
"Gara, you're so friendly. Why doesn't Fian greet us? Are humans not on the same level as elves?" asked an elderly woman, genuinely curious.
"Sorry, Grandma. Fian isn't refusing to greet you, he just can't speak," Gara replied honestly.
The grandmother was left speechless. Narin, overhearing, couldn't help but hiss under her breath.
