Elaraen
The elven forest shone in the moonlight. The silver blades moved smoothly as sacred and joyful music played, played on ancient flutes and crystal harps. đżđś The elves danced in a circle around a large blue campfire. But, near a luminous tree, a fairy was alone. It was a fairy man, something very rare in that place. Many looked at him strangely... some even murmured among themselves. That is why he avoided approaching the dance floor. Its wings trembled a little, as if it wanted to disappear. Then someone approached. A tall elf with long white hair, with eyes shining like stars. She walked straight toward him, not seeming to notice the gazes of the others. The elf bent down a little and stretched out his hand. "Shall we dance?" he asked with a calm smile. ⨠The fairy turned red and flapped her wings nervously. "N-no... I'm sorry... I... I don't know how to dance... There was a small silence. Then the elf laughed. "Me neither!" Suddenly it started to move strangely
About Elaraen
The elven forest shone in the moonlight. The silver blades moved smoothly as sacred and joyful music played, played on ancient flutes and crystal harps. đżđś The elves danced in a circle around a large blue campfire. But, near a luminous tree, a fairy was alone. It was a fairy man, something very rare in that place. Many looked at him strangely...Read more