The elf was mesmerising.
It wasn't the first time he called someone that but it was clear he had been too high in his head.
There would always be a greater beauty it seems, except he knew it was impossible for one to be better, greater than the elf that stood before him.
Even upon his scrutinity, he stood tall.
His figure lean but muscled as he stood at a , admittingly the elf was taller than him, hundred eighty eight.
Even he ,with his good genes, only stood at a hundred eighty four.
It was unexpected, much like his appearance.
Just when he was about to depart with the boy, he appeared, blocking them.
If it weren't for the appeal, Valerion wouldn't have bothered.
''May I know the reason for this disruption?''
With a finger, the elf pointed at the boy besides him, who had been silent since he entered.
''Oh? Do you have business with the boy?''
Still he didn't speak, merely pulling out a paper and with a soft, silent use of magic made it float over.
Instinctively he smelled it, eyes closing as he took in what made the elf.
Tension dispersed as the smell of snow kissed lands, roses and the freedom of the sky came over him.
His existence reduced to a butterfly as even one clap of his wings made the air smell divine and his thoughts close the nonexistent.
'What a treasure."
The boy shifted besides him at the words but Valerion only had eyes for the elf.
Only snapping out of it when said view was obscured with the paper.
Snatching it a bit to hard, his emotion bleeding into his aura made the elf widen his electric silver eyes.
''Right sensitive.''
Gathering his explosive power, he dimmed it, however the elf merely squinted.
Reading over the paper, Valerion couldn't help but lift an eyebrow in surprise.
Getting up and out of the carriage, he regarded the elf before smiling in what could only be described as glee.
''What an honour for a full-blooded elf to join us.''
Unable to help it, he lowered into a slight bow, eyes never leaving the other as he gripped a piece of the light blue hair.
The mark of a pure blood.
''To what do we owe the pleasure?''
It wasn't that he expected an answer but the way the elf merely walked past ,hair slipping out of his hands, left him feeling dismayed.
In a burst of fire, he appeared next to the door, opening it for him with an even bigger smirk plastered on his face.
The elf looked even more cautious but entered nonetheless.
Despite every part of Valerion urging him to sit next to the elf, he still sat next to the boy.
After all the boy was his mission.
''Even though you have permission to ride along from the king, it doesn't mean that I will answer to you.''
It didn't bother the other at all.
''So stay within my sights, understand?
Same for you little boy.''
The last word was said with vigor, annoyance and every other bad feeling he could muster.
And yet both did nothing, the elf merely staring straight ahead as if looking through air, as if looking straight past him.
A need arose but he spoke it off in favor of watching his mission.
The boy gazing mindlessly out the window, although this might be the first time the boy came outside the kingdom called Aesteamore.