On a mountain in the Wind Forest, a middle-aged butler-looking elf walked up to a tree. "My Lord, your father wants to see you," he said, looking up at the young elf lying on the tree.

He was a handsome youth around 18, oval-faced and in a blue-and-white long gown. He had long, shapely eyebrows and attractive red phoenixfor visiting.

Apparently, she liked them. She didn't know how she would look in them, but she liked the color and fabric.

"Yours look different from mine. I'm sure you'll look very pretty in them," Yabemiya said, smiling.

Sally smiled and got more excited about her new clothes. "Thank you."

"We still don't know your name," Mag said with a smile. Many elven customers eat here every day. She has to lay low. Maybe she needs a new name.

"Oh, sorry!" After a moment, she said, "I'm Sally, but for some reasons, I can't use this name right now. Please call me Aisha."eyes whose outer corners incline upwards.