Liana and Gloria both crossed their arms, glaring at each other with matching smirks. Their eyes locked, the air between them crackling with playful tension.
Lyzia swallowed hard, standing a short distance away, watching her sister and cousin with wide, nervous eyes.
Celine moved beside her and whispered, her voice low and curious. "Lyzia... what language are they speaking? I don't understand a single word."
Lyzia explained in a nervous whisper, her voice shaky. "They're... they're talking in Elvish..."
Celine tilted her head in confusion, her brow furrowing. She glanced toward the two women before turning back to Lyzia, her voice soft and curious.
"I've never heard you speak like that before. When I first arrived at the Elven Nation before we met, I never heard any elf speak in that way either. Not the merchants, not the guards, not even the commoners."
