Nathaliel, Dragon Elfe Prince (34 mm)

Nathaniel, with the tip of his sword, pointed the top of the hill.
Pale and cold, no hint of his thoughts showed.
No anger, as a high elf feels no emotion.
No tears, as an eflin prince only cries once; pearls redder than rubies, purer and harder than crystallized carbon; tears of bloodied stones, so sharp that he loses his sight; Sanguine diamonds.