"Elf, is there something dirty on my face?" Lady Pelufas, the radiant mistress of Pelufas, lounged gracefully in her garden pavilion, a warm smile gracing her lips as she gently closed her book. With a look of genuine concern, she fixed her gaze upon Lynn Piaoye, her elven companion, who had seemed somewhat preoccupied since their return from the murky depths of Deathwater Marsh. Although she already knew the reason behind Lynn's unease, the mischievous sorceress couldn't resist teasing her friend, eagerly awaiting the confession straight from the elf's lips. "You've been acting rather peculiar lately, even your once steadfast gaze towards me seems to wander.""I've been awaiting a response from Star Forest," the tree elf replied, her voice tinged with a hint of longing. With a flicker of hope in her eyes, she recounted the days spent anxiously anticipating a reply. She knew deep down that something was amiss, yet she dared to hope against hope for a reassuring message from her sisters in the forest."Is this what's been troubling you?" Elnora, ever the playful trickster, produced a delicately embroidered letter with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, holding it out for Lynn to see. With a defiant huff, the tree elf snatched the letter away, determined to reclaim control of her emotions."Our bond is facing an unprecedented threat!" the tree elf declared, a mixture of defiance and vulnerability coloring her words as she scanned the contents of the letter. Relief washed over her as she realized that her friend's jest had not extended to invading her privacy."So, I brought a tool to mend our fractured friendship," Elnora teased, offering a pair of scissors with a knowing smile."I forgive you," the elf retorted with a playful pout, her heart fluttering with anticipation as she eagerly tore open the letter.As the parchment unfolded, Lynn felt a surge of emotion wash over her. The exquisite elven script danced before her eyes, transporting her back to her homeland with each elegant stroke. Despite her resolve to remain stoic, the sight of her native tongue stirred something deep within her, and she found herself unable to contain the tears that welled up in her eyes."Oh, so you sent the little red dragon to Star Forest?" Elnora's perceptive gaze softened as she approached, offering Lynn a comforting handkerchief to dry her tears. Leaning in close, they read the letter together, the sorceress's words resonating with both gentle admonishment and genuine concern. "You entrusted the soul-binding spiritwood necklace to the little red dragon, yet failed to explain its significance to her? And you enlisted the help of your people as well? My dear elf, do you not realize the gravity of your actions?""I had no idea what that chubby lizard thought of me. It took considerable courage for her to take the initiative like that. What if she—wait a moment!" The realization struck Lynn like a bolt o