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middle, and think her an unfashionable,
unworldly traveler. A girl far out of her
element in this lovely, well-dressed city.
She approached the seven Fae lounging
outside the tavern, sizing up who talked most,
laughed loudest, who the five males and two
females often turned to. One of the females
wasn’t a warrior, but rather clothed in soft,
feminine pants and a cornflower-blue tunic
that fit her lush figure like a glove.
Elide marked the one who they seemed to
glance to the most in confirmation and hope
of approval. A broad-shouldered female, her
dark hair cropped close to her head. She bore
armor on her shoulders and wrists—finer than
what the other males wore. Their commander,
then.
Elide lingered a few feet away, a hand
rising to clutch her cape where it draped
across her heart, the other fiddling with the