The white stag walked at the front of the herd with slow, measured steps, its presence alone enough to draw every wandering eye toward it. It was beautiful in a way that felt almost unreal, not because it glowed or carried some obvious magical trait, but because every part of it seemed too perfect to belong among ordinary creatures. He had never seen any creature like it in his whole life, definitely not in his world, but neither in the other worlds he had entered.
Aether exhaled, not taking his eyes off the beast.
Its fur carried a soft ivory color that shifted depending on the angle it was seen from. Sometimes it appeared completely white, smooth, and pure like untouched marble. Other times, faint shades of silver moved through it naturally, flowing along the curves of its body whenever it walked. It made him wonder how much it would be sold for; he was sure that people would pay a lot for that kind of effect, after all, it was unheard of.
