"You likely have met all the elves in the Gallows--I'm only half of one."
"Oh," Fern starts, "I'm sorry, I thought--" But... no, a quick glance to Adalia's ears confirms that yes, they're quite pointy. She sits in dumb silence for a few moments while the evidence of what she sees before her clashes with the words that Adalia has just told her--but then, she is a rifter. If some rifter elves can be tall as trees and glow like they've got bits of starlight in their hair, then surely some half-elves can have pointed ears, too.
When Charis coos at her, seeking more attention, she quirks another little smile and obediently drops her fingers to resume stroking the top of his chilly little head. "I don't know much about our dragons," she admits, "only that sometimes the big ones or the drakes will come by the farms and make off with a sheep or two. I can chase off a wolf, but a drake--" She shakes her head, frowning. "How big will he grow?"
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"Oh," Fern starts, "I'm sorry, I thought--" But... no, a quick glance to Adalia's ears confirms that yes, they're quite pointy. She sits in dumb silence for a few moments while the evidence of what she sees before her clashes with the words that Adalia has just told her--but then, she is a rifter. If some rifter elves can be tall as trees and glow like they've got bits of starlight in their hair, then surely some half-elves can have pointed ears, too.
When Charis coos at her, seeking more attention, she quirks another little smile and obediently drops her fingers to resume stroking the top of his chilly little head. "I don't know much about our dragons," she admits, "only that sometimes the big ones or the drakes will come by the farms and make off with a sheep or two. I can chase off a wolf, but a drake--" She shakes her head, frowning. "How big will he grow?"