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He had accepted her invitation to join in the celebrations, however he had said he had never enjoyed a Loint festival. If she was doubtful of his being an Elf before, she was certain that he wasn't now. No elf alive had never missed out on a Loint festival. She was still unsure of what he was however. She had heard of powerful human "mages" who could possibly be capable of transforming themselves, but it takes great tolls on their lives and some features could not be changed, such as their eyes. She had never heard of any humans with golden eyes, the few she had seen had brown or blue eyes. She began to question why she had invited this stranger in the first place. He could jeopardize the whole festivities with just his presence. Then again, she did take pity on him. He had seemed as if he had been traveling for ages and looked very lonely and sad.

As they walked to her village, she couldn't help but take more notice of his golden eyes. They were such an unusual hue and Alandra was she there was some correlation between his strange name and the strange color. She kept a watchful eye as they made the trek through the dense terrain. He made no move to harm and even made an effort to keep his own distance which she appreciated. He did seem very anxious and kept darting his strangely beautiful eyes to and fro, as if looking for something or someone.

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The moment they had stepped foot into the village, she could feel all eyes on them. The tension in the air was nearly tangible and she attempted to ease it by giving a few reassuring nods here and there. Some relaxed, namely the women, while the men seemed to tense further as she and Nárion passed by. They were probably threatened by his appearance, thinking that a new handsome face might cause their women to question their companionship. Alandra would have to agree with them. The more she looked at him, the more of his handsome details showed themselves, from his plump lips to his well-built physique. She blushed and turned away from him so he could not see. He spoke suddenly, pulling her from her thoughts. "Your village warms my heart. It's been a long time since I've been around so much life. It makes me long for my home." Sorrow laced his eyes as he spoke. "I take it you're not of elven descent. Your eyes are strange and you have never attended a Loint festival, so tell me stranger, what are you?" Her intention was not to be so blunt, but her curiosity had gotten the better of her. As she had asked her question, they arrived on her front doorstep. From inside, you could her her pup, Tama, barking, having sensed the presence of something new.