Chapter 415: Arc 6, - 31: You All Meet in a Tavern
The loud high-pitched gasp of a gleeful elf cut through the shroud of noise, "You’re elves too!?" She simply could not be seated on her chair as she leaned over the table.
"Yeah," the brother chuckled it off nonchalantly. He parted the hair covering his right ear, "Hard to tell sometimes." There was no pointy bit, because all that was left was an ear healed over time and a faded scar.
"His other ear is doing fine however," the sister replied, with all her fingers curled around a hot cup of tea. The brother then displayed his left ear, pointy as Asobi’s. The sister’s elven ears were only just visible, tucked under strands of her flaxen hair.
"Tis barely eventide’s break and yet thou hath elected to take part in ale?" Tiffany glanced at the drink in the brother’s hand.
"Sure am~" He then promptly took a swig of it. He huffed out a breath after and wiped his lips with his sleeve, "I do better with a light buzz."
"And you’re an archer...?" Hotaru raised a brow.
"Makes me shoot straighter," he justified proudly with a finger pointed at her as if he were aiming.
The sister bobbed her head around, "He doesn’t need much. Elves aren’t hardy folk after all; bones as frail as peanut brittle. Hmm, I wonder if Rosemary’s made some peanut brittle on the menu today," she looked around.
"If there is, get more of it," Fumeko stated.
The sister turned to the brunette, "Your voice is quite grating on the ears," she told with a blank look on her face.
Fumeko narrowed her gaze.
"Oh, wait till she’s louder," Asobi beamed.