Lumberling turned to Liraeth, who stood quietly beside him, her posture a little stiff, hands clasped before her. "Right," he said casually, his tone light. "Introductions."
He pointed toward the golden-haired elf, a teasing grin tugging at his lips. "This here is Aurelya, the beautiful woman with hair like sunlight. A genius mage who commands light and golden fire. She's a bit grumpy sometimes, but deep down, she's got a good heart."
Aurelya narrowed her eyes at him, her lips twitching.
Liraeth gave a small, polite smile and dipped her head slightly. She could feel the sharpness in Aurelya's gaze, not openly hostile, but not welcoming either. It was the kind of look that came from someone protective, someone uncertain of newcomers, and Liraeth understood that perfectly.
Lumberling laughed softly, unable to help himself. "I love you, you know," he said, turning to Aurelya with that same easy grin, his voice light yet sincere.
