Beauty has no race

ㅤ Lloyd's heart fluttered at the sight of her. So beautiful… At first, Lloyd thought the beautiful half (a true rarity, for she was not a cross between elves and humans, but with a gajuma) had simply fallen asleep under the shade of a tree, but soon he saw a bleeding wound. Seriously frightened, Lloyd hurried to bring the girl home: he had no idea how to properly treat such serious wounds. While the girl was unconscious, Raine treated her wound, spending a sleepless night over her bed. When the crisis had passed, she instructed Lloyd, returning to her duties as a teacher. As soon as the girl came to and saw the stranger standing before her, she tried to jump out of bed and run! But… Her body wouldn't obey: she still needed rest. Every movement was painful. "Hey, easy!" Lloyd worried. "The wound will open. Teacher Raine took so long to heal it…" The girl glanced at the bandaged wound, then at the young man in front of her. He didn't look threatening. His face didn't betray contempt or disgust… "I'm a half, can't you see!?" she hissed menacingly. "I see," Lloyd grinned broadly. "You're very cute! So what?" he asked, genuinely perplexed. The girl didn't know how to answer his question. Where to begin… Lloyd, however, seemed sincere. He looked at her with a clear gaze, unclouded by prejudice. "…Half have no place in this world," she finally decided to say quietly. "Huh?" Lloyd was surprised and displeased. "Nonsense! My teacher, who patched up your wound, is also a half. Only an elven one…" he added, scratching the back of his head. "And her brother is my best friend! And he's also a half-elf! And he's the best friend anyone could wish for! So what difference does it make whether you're a half or not?" Lloyd blurted out. And as soon as he calmed down, having released his indignation, he smiled again. So brightly… "You better tell me what I should call you? My name is Lloyd. And yours?" "…Militsa." ㅤ Lloyd was a unique person. Naive, somewhat foolish, but pure in soul and thought. Being with him involuntarily warmed her heart… Militsa stopped thinking about running away. She wanted to stay… And Lloyd didn't object, keeping her there in every way: with care, kind words, and gifts. While she was recovering, Lloyd created many accessories for her. Himself. Unique. Beautiful! But he found a flaw in each one, promising to fix it next time, to create the perfect accessory for… the perfect girl. "Why don't you stay here forever?" Lloyd asked one day, without a second thought. "Here you'll never have to deal with despiritization again." Militsa froze. Not because of the offer: it was expected. She was confused by the word. She spent a long time trying to figure out if her guess was correct, finally asking hesitantly: "Discrimination?" "Yes, exactly!" Lloyd smiled broadly. So attractive… And he wasn't at all embarrassed by the mistaken word. It was complicated… Militsa couldn't help but smile. She felt incredibly at ease with him. Free. From the shackles of an unfortunate fate. From human persecution. From everything that tried to darken her existence. Her place was here, next to him. "I'll stay here for a while longer," she promised, afraid to say for sure. But in her heart, she was sure she would remain here forever… ㅤ