The moons were waning, leaving just starlight to illuminate
the night.
He always claimed he was one sixteenth Elven, but it wasn’t
helping him much as he tried to silently move through the underbrush, hunting
for nightdeer.
But once he came upon the lagoon, the starlight glinting off
the water gave him a better view, perfect to gaze upon the Nymph sitting a few
yards away.
She clearly had just emerged from the lagoon, droplets of
water cascading down her form, as she ran her fingers through her reed like ‘hair’.
Then a nightdeer trotted through and ruined the moment.
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