When they arrived at the cafe where Nox had left Serian waiting, all three girls stopped dead in their tracks at exactly the same moment, their feet refusing to move any further as their brains tried to process what their eyes were seeing.
The elf princess sat at the outdoor table with perfect posture despite her obvious exhaustion, her silver hair catching the afternoon light in ways that made it seem almost luminescent, like moonlight woven into strands. Even injured and clearly tired from everything she had been through, she radiated something that made people stare. Grace. Power. An otherness that marked her as fundamentally different from any human they had ever encountered.
"Holy shit," Kendra breathed quietly, her eyes locked on Serian's pointed ears peeking through her silver hair. "That's an actual elf. A real one. Sitting right there."
