A tall woman wrapped in a pristine white came, with knitted golden trimmings, walked through the afternoon markets of Lumiera's capital. Her stride was long, perfect and without errors, back straight and chin tucked in.
The slight breeze shifted her hood, revealing a pale yet captivating charm that little to no mortal could achieve. Yet nobody noticed this beauty, they would nod, smile and pass her by without any interaction.
As if bewitched.
She held her cloak tight, while observing a group of demons, small children with horns, orcs, goblins and even humans all playing together at the market stalls.
"How bizarre."
The woman's heavenly voice rippled through the air, yet none noticed despite her mellifluous musings.
Her glance strangely lingered on the young children.
"Hey~ I bet you can't buy that iron sword!" An energetic young human boy pointed at a pretty young girl with a pair of horns.
"I-I can!" The horned girl took out her little purse, counting the coins.
