The next day, I found myself sitting with a group of young women, under the pavilion.
After a few moments of awkwardness, the princess had taken to them like a house on fire, and now, I was paying the price for it.
"Master Mage," Delia, a surprisingly sharp young woman from a barony that bordered the elven forests addressed me. "How is it that a half-elf was able to reach your position?"
There was no malice in her question, just curiosity. I didn't hold it against her, most half-elves spent their lives in poverty, with a lucky few getting work as menial servants.
"I was lucky, my lady," I said with a shrug. "I'm from the Golden Leaf clan, and they give their half-elves full status."
"What was it like growing up in the forests?" Another girl, Revani, a mountain elf, with dark blue skin, black eyes, and black hair, cut in. "Father says that forest elves were…extreme traditionalists."
