Naturally, once the tears had dried and the two women had caught up on everything they'd missed, they stepped inside the cathedral to take a look around.
The air inside was cool and still, their footsteps echoing softly across the polished floor.
Auryndra was a beautiful woman; Ethan had to admit it.
Her figure mirrored her older sister's. The same slim waist, the same wide hips, the same enormous elven tits stretching the fabric of her clothes to its limit, swaying heavily with every step she took.
Her temperament, though, was clearly a bit less mature and more explosive.
Still, there was no hostility on her face as she stared at Ethan.
There was curiosity, there was suspicion, and, deep within those red eyes, there was gratitude.
[His soul is strange… The divinity within him is almost as strong as ours, even though he is a human. How many blessings has he received?] Auryndra sent a sound transmission to Arwen, who stood beside her.
