Cynthia crossed her arms tightly as she stood up, her boots making a soft splash against the shallow water beneath them. Her gaze locked onto Tyr with a storm of disbelief and irritation swirling in her eyes.
"Are you telling me my technically great-great-grandfather or something was alive this whole time and just waited for his descendants to find this random location?" she said sharply, her tone laced with exasperation.
Tyr tilted his head, lowering his arms in a slow, placating motion. "Yes? I'm an elf, after all. I can live for eternity without leaving my prime…" he replied with a light chuckle, as if stating the obvious.
Cynthia narrowed her eyes. Her foot began tapping rapidly against the water, sending ripples outward like little shockwaves of annoyance. "Then why make this convoluted trial?" she shot back, her brows knitting together.
