A child of elfs was walking.

A murmur of the forest and songs of grasses were in his ears comfortably.

He sat down, and had with his hands is brightness.

A kind will-o'-the-wisp was in his hands.

[ LIGHT IN HIS HANDS ]
19.04.2002

I love fantasy worlds. And I love people lives in the worlds,too.
The "will-o'-the-wisp" is a sprite of lights.