"Jorghan," she murmured, her voice meant only for him.
"Perhaps this isn't the time or place."
The tension in the hall was thick enough to cut.
Then, through the gathered crowd, another presence emerged.
The elves parted immediately, their movements reverent and instinctive.
She moved like water given form, each step deliberate and hypnotic. Her height matched the tallest elves present, her figure impossibly curved and perfect in ways that seemed designed to captivate. But it was more than physical beauty.
Her skin held a smooth, cool-toned cerulean blue that seemed almost porcelain, glowing with gentle inner light. The color gave her an ethereal quality that set her apart from every other elf present.
Her hair flowed like liquid darkness, long and glossy black with the faintest hints of midnight blue catching the light. It moved around her as if possessed of its own will.
