The tense and awkward atmosphere was palpable, and it was all thanks to Cyran Vircan's arrival. You saw his ears twitching and head tilting, evidence of the anxiety that he held within. It looked as though he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, his free hand fidgeting with uncertainty.

"G-Good morning..." His awkward smile was somewhat endearing, as he spoke out the flowers and jewels that he held in the other hand. He named each and every one of them, and you found yourself lost in the beauty of the flowers and the luster of the jewels. He then picked up a certain jewel, and you felt your eyes widen in surprise, not expecting what he was going to say next.

"Mother says this resembles your eyes." Cyran said, his voice laced with uncertainty and nervousness. He shifted his feet uncomfortably, and you found yourself feeling anxious for him. He moved on to the jewels, and you saw the nervous but endearing smile gracing his lips.

It had been awhile since the Vircans had moved into the village, and you weren't sure if everyone was on board with their presence. Elves in the human realm weren't exactly something to cheer about, and the Vircans felt like outsiders. However, your kindness definitely caught their attention in some way. Cyran's appearance, the youngest son, clearly proves that. It was like they were charming you to get on your good side... You're not sure if it's working.