Ale wore a long, silvery-white dress of a rather conservative design.
Sunlight from the setting sun streamed through the hallway window, casting a pale blue, sea-like sheen on the fabric. At the same time, faint golden specks shimmered on its surface like distant stars.
Golden threads embroidered the surface of the dress with leaf patterns characteristic of the Elves, complementing the gold trim of the hem. The overall effect was exquisite and harmonious.
The Half-Elf had her platinum-blonde hair pinned up, making her pretty, little face look even more delicate.
After spending some time at the Silver Star Court, Colin no longer attributed this sort of beauty to her Elven blood. After all, few of the Elves at the Silver Star Court were more beautiful than Ale.
Ale blinked in confusion. "Colin? It's time for us to go."
"Hm? Oh." Colin glanced at the hem of her dress. "Let's take a carriage this time. My treat."
Ale tilted her head in confusion but didn't say anything in the end.
