Unlike when they were leaving Komen, the horsemen took a much more leisurely approach toward the crystal spire.
This was their first time in Belistra. They wanted to take in the sights as much as they could, despite knowing that they weren't here for tourism.
...Or for dates, for that matter.
"Mon trésor! Look!"
Yari hopped off Mercy's back and rushed over to the side of the road.
Solomon clicked his teeth, and the horse stopped, allowing him to hop down and join her.
The beautiful elf pulled down her veil and headscarf as she leaned close to a glowing plant.
It was surrounded by small, glowing humanoids with wings almost too big for their bodies. Pixies.
Pixies were known to pull hair, steal, and cause all sorts of mischief. But some are safe from their harm.
Those who they find to be physically beautiful.
"Pretty..."
"Pretty..."
"So pretty..."
