Bab 329: Fear The Night : Annoying

Sitting upon a rock, chin resting upon a delicate hand, bright pink hair swaying in the cold, putrescent air, unbothered by the royal miasma, by the eternal darkness casted by the sun of oblivion, sighing, Maiele Liameilos was well outside the safety of the barrier, the natural hazards of the death-touched continent did not bother her in the slightest.

Although a bit uncomfortable on her skin, it was not yet powerful enough, and with her eyes infused with true sunlight, the veil of dark could not deceive her sight, rubbing the back of her neck, she did not turn her head as two figures appeared behind and in front of her.

The Elven Light was not feeling very enthusiastic about a fight at the moment, scratching the point of her ear, standing up from the rock she was sitting upon, stretching her arms, articulations popping with satisfying sounds.