A Wish to Grab Happiness

Lightly oiled lips, leaking words with great distortion. That's what I thought when I heard voices out of strength.

"Well, Eldis, I think it's time for us to turn back."

I finally put Flimslat's middle belly under my eyes as I stomped and crushed the snow, that was the time. Under the sky, where the cold wind is brisk and if you stay alert, you're likely to scrape away the skin itself, she says.

"- So I wouldn't be named Eldis. Look, it's just an elf on a journey."

Keep me beside you, let me gently tilt my cold hat. Eldis, no, Lord Elf on the journey flickers his lips. No, you're not serious. Now her blue eyes are floating with a pranky color, and her expression is somewhere fun.

The creation of that voice color and expression was a long way from what Eldis would show as the queen of elves. Looking at the usual Eldis, it's like someone else himself.

No, maybe this is more of an original look for her.

The chilling wind strokes my cheeks. That's all I said, but I had a pain on my cheek like a little bug bit me.

Move your lips small as you narrow your eyes.

"When I step into a place where I don't belong, a lot of bad things happen. Mythology. That would be a common story."

Eldis grabbed the hat with his thin fingers, paying slightly for hair the same color as his eyes, he said.

"I wonder who decided that my area is only in the woods - and if you say so, why are you in such a mountain when your area should be next to the Lord"

Again, Eldis, who gives cheeks while staring at this side, is a prank everywhere. Breathe, leak. The exhalation immediately discoloured to white and was scattered across the universe so that it would flow into the wind.

Let's not, not very much, but it doesn't look like it can be said just by small hands. As Eldis also carried out her duties as queen, she became a master of her mouth for a long time. Unlike when I was in the tower, its tongue slowly turns. If you step in poorly, you might eat a handached payback.

Besides, it's no longer stepping through the back of the Flimslat Mountains, its middle ages. Hoping to get home from here alone, I was shipwrecked somewhere that way, then the liquor would taste very bad.

Of course not for Eldis, but it would be insane for Elves to act alone in the snowy mountains.

Elf, they are called the people of the woods, but it does not mean that they will stay wherever the trees grow. Rather, the place of residence is only a very small area.

What they prefer is a warmer and milder place with less climate change. So it's an isolated area from the rest of the world. If that's what you mean, the air garden Gaza deserves exactly the kingdom for the elves.

A species called Elves is, if you say so, an immutably good species. Body, voice, thought, even way of life. It hardly changes throughout its lifetime. They say that in the hundreds of years of their lives, they believe in only one thing, and they do only one thing.

That is why the elves particularly abhor the concept of change and are intolerant of it that way. I guess the reason the elves don't like the species human so much also comes from there.

The one called man quickly transforms his body and voice, and thoughts and ways of life can change in just one day. None of this is possible for an elf.

Elves will think about humans, what a migratory bunch of them, they are very ill-conceivable. That's how humans think the other way around, what a stubborn bunch of them, how can you not change one of your thoughts after decades?

At the end of the day, elves and humans may just have the same words, and their essence may not be understood and waited for.

Whatever it is, for them, who are terribly averse to change, it's extremely cold to pierce their skin and tighten their whole body, the very threat of stripping their fangs. You should just sit on the spot and feel like you're being hit dull.

No matter how much clothes they wear, they can't do anything to cope with the change essentially. I've lived in extreme cold since the beginning, I don't know what to say. Eldis' side was also somewhere blue-white.

I don't know, Eldis' elongated finger was taking my hand. We say we're gloves to each other, but I can tell her fingertips are cold as if she's an ice worker.

As I narrowed my eyes for a moment, I put a light force on my hand as it was, gripping back.

"Well, it's about to be called a giant's bunk. Of course it's not compatible with extra elves."

Fialert said so, paying off the snow powder tangled in black hair by hand. In order to make it easier to move even in the snow, its aptitude for putting hair together has changed the atmosphere somewhat more often than not.

Fialert would also be an Eastern person again, not that it was resistant to the cold, but still its complexion was much better than that of Eldis.

Erdis responds to Fialert's words in such a way that he blows his breath away.

"What a long time ago it was for us that the giant was the Lord of the elves. Speaking of which, both warcraft used to be predators of humans. You're good at changing things."

As soon as I finished the words, I saw black and bea's gaze crossed for a moment. With a slight sword swallow, it ends a moment of encounter and leaves intact. I frowned, I gave it to you.

I don't know for sure, Fialert and Eldis, but apparently these two aren't in the nature of meshing well. Something similar has happened from time to time. Does it say that the essence of those who deal with witchcraft and those who deal with spirituality is manifested here and now? At least in the past, neither of us had ever shown such a gesture.

But, speaking of which, it seems that Eldis lacked a lot of sanity on that journey. It is almost identical to being involved with people. If so, it may not be strange for her to transform the way she treats that face and people today.

On the other hand, nothing has changed except Erdis. Both the fialert, which leans slightly on this side, and the kalia, which is rocking her fried silver hair in front of her.

Neither he nor anyone else has changed the likelihood since they were once, as if they had pulled something out of their spirit. There are no differences in essential parts, but there are nevertheless indisputable changes.

I don't know if that change is good or bad. I don't know. I have no vision of the future, no power to judge things.

Yes, everyone has changed. I'm sure of that, myself. At least I believe I am, and I have decided that I will never again be exposed to invisibility that would bind me to giving up and watching, as I once did. My eyes caught them naturally.

Kalia's silver eyes turn this way for a moment, and Fialert and Erdis, while incompatible, exchange a few words.

If we just look at how things are now, we can no longer find remnants of the past or anything like that. I even want to think that everything that used to happen was a foam dream.

Still, when I'm with them, I really, really remember.

When the eyelids are slightly closed, the days are clearly portrayed in those days when there was not one in the palm of the hand, but even reaching for the vision did not hang a fingertip. A slight green flame burns. The heat itself was rising on the back of the gut.

Very unspeakable in a word, this swirling passion. This is the past itself, the relics of the past are still inside me.

Oh, what a strange thing. Kalia-Birdnick, Fialert-la-Borgograd and Erdis. Once scorched, that's how they kept looking back, and now they're reaching out to me. Even so, my consciousness is still part of the journey I once took.

What a horrible thing. The past is where I painted it from the top, and it seeps into the uncomfortable mud. It's something that comes crawling from the back of the cerebral cord with a white hand. Like I said, I won't let you shake it off.

If so, I will no longer be forced to burst out under the daylight, and I will have to step over it. What can you do if you can't stand up to them, the heroes of the hedgehog?

You must say the same thing about my childhood lord.

A dove rat snapped his neck in Gaza, slaughtered a coward's foot in Berfein, and then crushed himself in the Sanio plain. Then there's only one thing left after.

Once upon a time, the journey of salvation will have to be settled.

That's all I have to do, that's all. I already know that there is no such thing as peace of mind that can be gained while running around with your eyes turned away from the past. Otherwise, you can't possibly take someone's hand from Arueno.

The treasure sword at the waist made a noise, heels and painful.

The destination of a former journey ahead of sight, the decaying Great Temple, one of them, stood on its feet.