Mage Legend

"How have you been?" Lynch said as he stepped into Zilvra's room and immediately spotted the silhouette of the female Drow.

Zilvra sat by the window, gazing at the celebrating crowd below the high tower from behind a wide chair. Her long white hair shone brilliantly under the light of her Magic Wand. Lynch stepped over the soft carpet on the floor, placed the Magic Wand against the wall by the window, and then walked behind Zilvra.

The female Drow did not turn around, nor did she respond to the mage's question. Her purple eyes blinked, curved lashes shielding the mage's attempt to peer into that clear pond. Zilvra sighed softly, slowly raised her head, and looked up into Lynch's eyes.

"You've finally come back."

Lynch nodded, his face etched with life's weariness, which Zilvra, with her experience, could easily read the hardships and tortures the mage had endured. She raised her hand, revealing a white arm from her silk pajamas, her slender fingers gently tracing the curve of the mage's face. With a hint of reproach in her voice, Zilvra said, "You've interrupted my moon-gazing."

The Magic Wand's light vanished instantly, like a candle gently blown out. Silver light streamed through the window, casting a thin, mist-like veil of mystery over everything.

Lynch set the tray in his hand aside, and with the aid of magic, the steak inside remained warm, exuding a rich aroma. Using a spell, he prepared the full set of dining utensils, making very little noise, fearing to disturb the tranquility here. Zilvra did not turn her head, merely lay in the soft chair, listening to the mage's busy footsteps behind her.

Lynch arranged the small table in the bedroom like a dining table, then looked up and stood in the center of the room. "I assume you haven't eaten anything yet?"

Zilvra rose from the chair, her purple eyes fixed on the mage, not sparing a glance at the food on the table. As if angered, her voice trembled slightly, and she said, "My dear mage, can't you think of anything other than food?"

The corners of Lynch's mouth lifted slightly in his usual smile. He replied, "Yes, I noticed. Firstly, this place is immaculate, with a special fragrance used to mask it. The faint scent of roses covers the smell of steel and sweat that once lingered here. I also noticed that there are two pillows here, one looks very new, the other is the one you use. Moreover, I saw your armor, currently hanging on the wall. Oh, it looks very forlorn and lonely, perhaps it needs my comfort."

Zilvra slowly walked forward, closing in on the mage's body, stopping a few inches from Lynch's chest. She looked intently at the mage, her words carried a fragrant aroma as they drifted over.

"Your observation is sharp."

"You flatter me, Zilvra." Lynch's voice gradually softened, like a whisper brushing past the Drow's cheek: "You look lovely in that nightgown today."

"I find it uncomfortable," Zilvra said, pulling Lynch's hand around her waist and lightly tugging on the mage's robe. "Are all robes equally uncomfortable? I wonder how you tolerate it."

"You will find out..." Lynch inhaled the scent of Zilvra's hair, the primitive fragrance stimulating his senses.

Zilvra suddenly pulled out a small bottle with her other hand, the strong scent of wine subtly wafting through the air. She shook the bottle and smiled as she uncorked it.

"I can't drink alcohol," Lynch shook his head, then asked in confusion, "Where did you hide this thing?"

"You will find out..." Zilvra said softly.