"Jialan, have you changed the clothes I gave you?"
As evening approached, Lorraine Hill sat beside the bed in her room, looking at the emerald skirt with gold pendants in her hand, wondering whether she should change into it.
Because of the decision made at the Holy Tree Conference, the reformist group, or the group that went out, planned to hold a gathering where everyone would get to know each other, and then discuss the five tests, how to allocate personnel, and how to complete them.
That is tonight, um.
In order to introduce Lorraine Hill to the elves who have not yet met and understood each other, Vestena specially prepared this natural-style elf dress for her. The material is divided into several layers. The bottom lining is soft white, and then the middle
It is embellished with green silk ribbons, tied into bows or fixed with golden shoulder buckles. In addition, there are matching golden headdresses. Slender gold ornaments are cut into chains and pendants, covering the top of the hair like a veil, which shines in the light.
Under the light of the sun, it complements the blue hair and is very beautiful.
On the morning-flower-like cuffs, golden lace protrudes from the white petal cuffs, and the outstretched hand is like a dreamy flower stamen, making people love you.
This dress extremely clearly reveals the soft and dreamy temperament of Lorraine Hill. It makes people unable to look away at the first sight. However, considering such a gorgeous appearance, it will probably become a sight wherever you go.
The center of it.
Although it’s not impossible to adapt, it still feels a bit high-profile. Will it make people feel that I am too ‘flashy’?
I am a human being, attending a dinner party where elves gather, so dressing like this is a bit too eye-catching.
Lorraine Hill pinched the dress in her hand, looked at the mirror, and then at herself, fighting a seemingly meaningless struggle in her heart, until Vestena's knock came from outside.
"Oh, I got it. It will be replaced soon."
Thinking that he could not live up to his friend's kindness, Lorraine Hill finally decided to change into this dress.
A few minutes later, the door opened, and a girl who looked like a fairy from the legend came out. Even in the slightly dim corridor, the gleaming light radiating from her body could not be concealed. Her beauty was impossible to ignore.
"Lovely, beautiful, dreamy, unforgettable, shocking, lovable, it seems like a dream." Vistena looked at Lorraine Hill standing in front of her and said various adjectives to express the feeling in her heart.
After seeing the beauty of the queen, she gently hugged Lorraine Hill, feeling like she was grasping her dream.
"Sure enough, it was the right decision." The elf sage blinked, smiled, let go of his hand, then gently picked up the girl and walked downstairs.
"It will definitely surprise everyone~"
Her hand was held by the enthusiastic elf sister in front of her, and Lorraine Hill walked behind with a little distress.
The banquet was held at a small, uncommonly used palace of the Elf Queen, located on the lake. To get there, one had to take a carriage first and then transfer to a boat.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Teacher Vestina, hurry up. I made an appointment with my friend. It won't be good if you're late."
When the two arrived at the gate, Charlie was already waiting there. There was a high-end carriage parked behind her, which seemed to be specially prepared. The carriage was pulled by two white unicorns.
Although there is no shortage of unicorns in the Emerald Forest, this kind of noble extraordinary animal is rarely used to pull carts, and is only used on a few important occasions. It is not known what kind of relationship Vistena found through.
The three of them got on the carriage. Charlie simply shook the bell in her hand and told where she wanted to go. The two unicorns started walking. They are intelligent and do not need the command of whips and reins.
Pulling a cart is closer to an act of accidental cooperation.
There was a slight sound of wheels running over the stone slabs. Sitting in the carriage, Lorraine Hill cast his eyes curiously out of the window. The hanging flower-shaped street lamps bloomed with halo at night, and a melodious violin came out from the distance.
The rhythm of the piano sound was simple and round, as if someone was studying and practicing, with interruptions from time to time. However, even though he did not see the real person, Lorraine Hill could still vaguely detect the joy and relaxation in the heart of the player from the sound of the piano.
, even if the pull is not very good, I don’t care, I have my own little interest.
The ticking of horse hooves walked through the evening streets, and occasionally the surprised voices of children could be heard, as if they were curious about the appearance of the unicorn.
Then, amid another burst of noise and play, the children ran away.
After turning around the streets and tree shades of varying light and darkness, the carriage gradually came to the broad lake.
"We're here."
Charlie shook the crisp bell in her hand to wake up Lorraine Hill who was in a daze with his chin propped up.
After stepping out of the carriage and turning around from behind Vistena, the girl felt the breeze blowing from the lake at night, and a faint coolness and moisture blew between her arms and calves.
There is a short, fat, white building by the lake, with a cyan glazed dome on top and white walls on the bottom. There is a copper-colored metal fence on the shore next to it, with golden pod-like boats tied to it with cables.
It undulates and ripples slightly in the water waves.
Vistena seemed to be familiar with this place. She knocked on the door and said a few words to the elf man. Then he took out a small boat and handed it to the three of them.
"Let's go up. The scenery on the lake at night is actually very nice."
Although many people can fly, they do not exclude taking a boat, or the scenery they see in life is the more exciting place.
With one foot on the swaying bow, Lorraine Hill opened his arms, leaned down slightly, and kept his balance, then slowly sat down. Listening to the sound of the oars stirring the lake water next to him, he felt a kind and gentle feeling.
The familiar feeling comes from the memory.
Although he grew up in a small town by a river, Lorraine Hill can't swim, and his most familiar and closest memory of water is taking a boat.
It was a memory from a long time ago, almost only when I was 4-5 years old. The faces of the characters in it have long been blurred, and I can’t remember who they are, but I still remember the fact that I took myself on a boat when I was a child.
Country roads covered with dirt and gravel are very bumpy and become muddy and difficult to navigate when it rains. When I was a child, taking a boat was actually much more comfortable than riding a car.
Westena was sitting in the stern of the boat, rowing the sculls. Charlie and her were excitedly talking about making an appointment with some friends and classmates to meet at the party tonight, while Lorraine Hill was sitting in the bow of the boat, leaning forward.
He leaned down gently and half-expanded his fingers into the water. A cool and delicate feeling immediately came from his fingertips.
Even without her eyes, she could feel the ripples of the trickle in the water at this moment. Even though she had done nothing, a faint happiness surged out of her heart.
The water splashed slightly with the oars, and Charlie and Vesterna talked about things from their former student days, making each other laugh for a while.
Suddenly a voice of surprise made Lorraine Hill turn his head.
"Look at the back of Jia Lan, she's so beautiful." Charlie pointed in the direction behind Lorraine Hill.
When the girl heard the sound, she turned around and looked at the quiet night on the lake.
Scattered fireflies flew up from the reeds and flew across the lake, flickering faintly.
Light green and light orange, there seemed to be two different fireflies flying among them. As the boat moved forward and gradually got closer, it seemed that it could not be caught, and it was always far away.
Raising his neck, Lorraine Hill looked at the scattered fireflies flying in the night sky and smiled.