The old sprite stood nearly two meters tall, its hands behind its back like a ghostly silhouette of deadwood against the moon. Its straight and rigid spine, as solid as a pine, radiated immense power.,The feel of soft carpet beneath her feet startled her, causing her to look up and wonder if she should remove her shoes—but the old sprite's calm demeanor left her unsure. So, with a nervous heart, she followed behind, feeling the sudden warmth of the hearth against the chill of winter.,Even the suspicion toward Evans was diluted in this confession.。