❰ that is... a loooot. especially to be dropped in the middle of a field full of demons with a glowing green hole in the sky. adalia blinks, trying to process it all — fate? maia? there's only one part of it that really makes any sense to her, and even that is confusing. ❱
You're a half-elf?
❰ she conspicuously pushes her wild and curly hair behind her ears, leaving the blunted points of the tips of her ears on full display. while adalia has no real attachment to her haf-elven heritage, unsure as she is whether she really even is a half-elf, she can't help but cling to any similarity she finds between herself and other people. people tend to like those who are like them, don't they? ❱
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You're a half-elf?
❰ she conspicuously pushes her wild and curly hair behind her ears, leaving the blunted points of the tips of her ears on full display. while adalia has no real attachment to her haf-elven heritage, unsure as she is whether she really even is a half-elf, she can't help but cling to any similarity she finds between herself and other people. people tend to like those who are like them, don't they? ❱