A human boy with tanned skin and black hair trudged through the snow in a large fur coat. Coming from a warmer climate made him more or less intolerant to the freezing weather. By his face he looked twenty at most, but the ancient air around him said otherwise.
Not that that made him anymore mature.
It was clear that he was human. Possibly from the southern side of the continent of Tseurre judging by his tilted eyes and darker skin tone. A girl with bright green skin, pointed ears and long black hair ran up to him with a nervous smile. She wore a crop top and leather skirt with marking of her clan, she was attractive for her kind, not that that mattered much in her society.
Her shoulders sagged as she fidgeted and waited for the human to speak. She opened her mouth, before closing it. Over the years she had become more and more shy. The boy stopped abruptly and sighed.
“Luciana, I told you this is a mission I have to take on my own. Besides I just met you two days ago, why do you even want to help me?” his tone was irritated, causing the newly dubbed Luciana to flitch. His features softened once he knew he messed up. “Alright you can help me. Be lucky I’m such a pushover.”
She grinned a smile full of sharp teeth. Then did a mixture of hand gestures, trying to decide his she wanted to shake his hand, high five him or give a hug. Eventually she settled on a bow, “I won’t disappoint you! So what are we tracking anyway.”
“A Dryad Elf. From the description she has long brown hair, wide green eyes, tall, but slim build and very pale skin,” the boy read off of a piece of parchment he kept in his coat pocket. The black haired girl gave him a disbelieving expression.
“Um, you are aware that the Dryad Elves were killed off four hundred years ago, right?” Luciana stated before smacking a hand over her mouth, shivering. Dang she forgot to keep her mouth shut. The human patted her on the head like she were a kitten.
“Most of them were, but some still live. They live in constant hiding now,” he stated as a Dragonfly landed on his head. He nodded as if it were talking, then ran in the direction of the forest as it flew away.
“Aion wait!” the orc shouted as she chased after the human boy. Ignoring the spirit’s calling her, she nearly ran into the boy in front of her.
He was staring at two elves. One with pale purple skin and long white hair with blangs that covered his eyes. The other with dark brown hair, pale skin and a wound on her leg. Both had long, pointed ears and wore little amounts of clothing. The different lied in that the girl’s pointed up wards and boy’s pointed downward.
Luciana flushed a bright red. The girl slept with her head on the boy’s lap as the boy stroked her hair. Were they a couple? Maybe this was a special moment. Aion stepped forward, but the elf boy hissed in a language neither understood.
The human sighed and sat at the base of the tree. He pulled out an archiver, leafing through the pages in an attempt to find the language of the Umbra Elf used. He looked up at the orc and patted the patch of snow next to him. “You should sit, this will take awhile.”
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