The High-Elf looked almost exactly the same as he had in Larissa's vision of the past, as if he hadn't aged a single day. That made sense, considering most High-Elves were said to be able to live for centuries.
Leamor's hair remained long and pale, his features were sharp and calm, and the small scar beneath his left eye was still visible if one knew to look for it.
He wore formal Faedrian clothing instead of armor now, with a long green coat decorated by golden patterns and an insignia belonging to the Vanar family positioned prominently near his chest.
Ning froze for a second as the memories returned immediately.
Alya restrained against the floor.
Her son crying.
Leamor standing over them.
Ning felt Valen's emotions rise within him so suddenly that, for a moment, they were almost indistinguishable from his own.
The desire was there to cross the hall and tear the High-Elf apart before anyone understood what had happened. But Ning didn't act on it.
