Interlude 18: Siegfried
In the Depth of the World Tree, one of the trees gifted to the elves by the Demigod Yggdrasil, one man could be seen meditating with his eyes closed and legs crossed next to a small green lake. His green hair reached his tailbone and seemed to sway under a non-existent wide.
His upper body, devoid of clothes, was showing a deep tan that covered nearly everything.
Everything expects a specific spot on his back in the shape of a leaf. Only in that spot was his skin pristine white.
His long ears twitched as the sounds of light footsteps reached him.
“You have become sloppy, sister. I would have never managed to catch you approaching in the past.” His eyelids opened, showing beautiful green eyes full of vitality.
“Siegfried. We need to discuss.” Satella ignored the words of her brothers and sat on a rock not far from him.
“I miss the days when you would cutely call me big brother and follow me around everywhere I went.” Siegfried sighed and stood up. Then stretched a little. His back and bones made a series of sickening sounds as he slowly adjusted his body.
“It was more than 1500 years ago. We are not children now.”
“Indeed, we are not. But I believe one should endeavor to keep a young heart. Only then can they think like an adult.”