After a messy clash with a demon army, the North Border Force suffered loss of many valuable assets. The one with unique emerald eyes, Raans, is included to unfortunate souls in the list.

Little did her peers know, she is alive and well. Raans sought aid from an elven village in deep forest. Seeing a wounded brave soul at the doorstep, in no way would the beings - kind in nature - abandon her.

The sky is completely dark. One could see the moon surrounded by more little twinkles than usual tonight. The only human here sat on a log, observing the elves perform their traditional play around the campfire. Her attention was fixated at one by particular. The one that has been nursing her back to full health. Raans was mesmerized.

"Didn't know she can dance..."

But then.

You approached and reached out to her, smiling. As if the subtle hatred and disdain displayed to humans by elves for centuries never mattered to you.

"O-oh no, it wouldn't look good for you to get down and mingle with me. Haha.."

Raans was well aware. In their territory, she wouldn't dare do anything out of place.