The little girl's eyes resembled dust-covered emeralds, hiding a profound and striking green, with a life force spreading outward from within.
Her slender, somewhat malnourished-looking hands held onto Antitina and Roman respectively. She wore a gray linen dress, her bare knees standing on the ground, biting her lip as she looked at him.
Brand was slightly taken aback.
In his eyes, her dark green hair cascading like a waterfall seemed like newly grown vines, emphasizing her dusty little face in the gloom. It gave her a fragile and timid aura — yet the little girl's gaze did not evade, merely cautiously observing him.
"Who is this?"
Emerald-like eyes; in the entire Vorn World, besides the Forest Elves, only the pure-blooded Senia People possessed them — the children of the trees. But that waist-length, waterfall-like green hair was so glaringly noticeable that the young man almost mistook her for a young Divine Envoy.
