บท 632: An Elf's Tale, Part 38

The wind was picking, carrying, and blowing the sails into large, fluttering swells that sent the ship hurtling faster into rougher tides. 

To and fro, the deck rocked and buckled, sending anything that wasn't tethered securely plunging into the rapid depths below, and it was as if the heavens themself were screaming down at them, the tumultuous clap of thunder enough to overpower every other deafening noise that brimmed within the chaos of what was once a rather peaceful night. 

But inside her, an even fiercer dissonance was brewing. Eshwlyn just couldn't… fathom it. There was just simply no means to comprehend it, that word, that emotion—love She understood loyalty, obedience, concern, and as well as respect even to some certain exceptions… but love? 

An Elf in love with something so abhorrent, so despicable… so… so… human… that just can't be… the most foolish, foulest thing she's ever heard… foolish… so utterly foolish…