Hiresia stared blankly at the canvas leaning against the wall in her room.
It contained a beautiful view of the lakeside and beyond.
It had been worth the courage.
In her hometown, the Forgotten Forest, there was no sea, river, or lake. There was a saying in the human world that people there lived only on dew, and strangely enough, that saying applied exactly to high elves. They could survive just by drinking the dew that formed on the leaves of the Mother World Tree.
High elves were such beings.
It was just that Hiresia was odd for liking meat so much.