The sixth elven stood by the entrance, appearance striking— his long blue hair hanging loosely over his shoulders, contrasting sharply with the white and blue yukata he's dressed in.
His ears are long and pointy, a clear indication of his elven heritage, like those of Nara and Flykra, with his eyes a deep, intense shade of blue, like the depths of the ocean, adding a different kind of beauty if he were to stand side by side by the other two elves.
He remained relaxed and indifferent to the tension in the room, his gaze sweeping over the others with a small quirk at the corner of his lips.
Aracelis, that is his name.
Aracelis' hand settled on his hip, his piercing blue gaze flickering toward Rukiyo with a sharpness that bordered on hostility.
His head tilts slightly, an unmistakable mockery in the movement.
"Dragoness." He called out, her title laced with suspicion. "There's no doubt that you are the mighty individual I serve.. But what is this?"
