As their figures detached from the cover of shadows, under the faint purple moonlight of Eilistraee and the eerie glow of surrounding luminous plants, their appearances became clearer.
What appeared before us were night elves; their physiques similar to human females, even more slender and elegant, yet the details showed distinct racial traits.
Their skin was not human-colored, but a cold white akin to fine moonstone, delicate to the point of being nearly transparent, with faint purple veins visible beneath.
Their faces were as exquisite as works meticulously carved by a master artist, with perfectly proportioned features, lines that were soft yet retained a sense of depth, and pointed ears peeking out from the cascading silver-white long hair.
Their eyes were pure light purple, like the purest Eilistraee moonlight condensed, deep, tranquil, yet lacking the emotional warmth of humans, containing only an aloof and ancient essence that belongs to the forest and moonlit night.
