The dark elves of West Genora had never seen a human before.
Naturally, they were engrossed in studying this new elf-like species.
"Where are your ears?" A young girl asked with curiosity.
"I have ears," Amare gestured to them. "But they're small compared to yours."
The dark elf girl widened her eyes, as if the very notion of it was unfathomable to her.
"How do you hear the forest whisper then?" the dark elf girl asked with an even more intrigued question. "How do you speak to the trees and the plants? How do you tell them what to do?"
Amare's smile grew wry as she kneeled down, gently stroking the adorable girl's hair. "I don't. I don't communicate with nature."
The dark elf girl's eyes widened with shock. "What?! But how? How do you even survive?"
"Don't be rude," her father chided her, before glancing at Amare apologetically. "She has yet to learn of the world outside of the continent, pardon her words."
