“This can’t be right,” one of the elves suddenly say, and I notice one of his colleagues elbowing him to his ribs. He doesn’t even flinch in response. I watch the exchange with curiosity in my eyes, not sure what I should make of that.
“What do you mean? They’re golden, it’s completely right,” a third one jumps in, and I keep observing them quietly. I am not sure what this is about, but it feels like my new wing colour means something to them. If this saves me from trouble and works in my advantage, I must remember to give grace to Aphrodite, when we get back.
“But she’s alone, she shouldn’t be alone!” the first elf fights back, taking me by surprise. Suddenly, a look of realization passes his eyes, and he looks at me with newfound respect. I glance at the King and Queen, who sudde
