A flicker appeared on the cliff edge of the island, next to the water bridge, which flows in and out of two islands. The water impacts the pebbles on the ground, splashing thin mist onto her body.
Blood Dragon: "What are you doing here? Want to fight? Wearing that, you're here for nothing!"
His words sounded crude under the dragon's body, but the reply was rather amiable.
"You've been mingling in the Human World for years, and all you've learned is this crude speech?"
Light and charming, under the night, so alluring, like a tail with a hook scratching the soft spot of your heart.
Bothersome yet pricking.
The moonlight is dim, the mist far-reaching. Someone sees her in a thin silk dress clinging to her body, bathed in mist; the texture like flowing water, soft, with a hint of purple essence, without embellishment or embroidery, pure purple dye, a one-piece with a wide black satin waist belt wrapped a few times and tied into a knot, oh, and a flute casually inserted in the belt.
