[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Great Forest]
Grimm moved in silence.
The forest around him, however, did not share that silence.
The fairy guards remained visibly alert, their formation tight around him. The lead guard kept several paces ahead, spear angled just enough to be threatening without being outright about it, while others flanked Grimm on either side. A few followed behind, their steps steady, shields held ready. No one spoke or relaxed.
Grimm noticed all of it.
What surprised him was not the vigilance, but the restraint.
He had expected hostility. Suspicion, at the very least. Yet the moment Al'tari had spoken of dragons, something in their demeanor had shifted. There was still no warmth or trust. But there was caution and even a bit of reverence.
("All because they think I'm related to dragons,") he thought.
