I dared not call him handsome, for he had strange, exotic features, and the way they came together was so perfect it was painful. Though in all appearances a man, there was something terribly different about him. High cheeks bones in sharp relief, sensual lips, glowing white skin so smooth and even you couldn't see the pores, eyes ancient and wise, and yet a young body, lean and tall, great and terrible all at once…
— Maddie describing an elf, Home with the Fairies, Chapter 6 "All Beholders Eye this Beauty"
An Amaranthine had visited the legendary painter Briantine in his studio, disrobed, and asked him to paint her. Briantine had picked up his brush and fallen into an ecstatic haze he described as the best hours of his life. He'd awakened to an empty studio. The painting had vanished, paid for with a sack of oak leaves turned to solid gold. He toiled for years trying to recapture her on canvas until he finally put his eyes out. His failures rest in the Royal Gallery, considered masterpieces.
Stories about the Amaranthines had a lot of endings like this.
—Witchmark, by C.L. Polk
Dog Nerd: You'll never be satisfied with a mortal woman, because the elf wenches are so beautiful. You'll spend the rest of your life searching for that same beauty again. (eyes widen) YES.
Elephant Nerd: Wowwwww! You're an idiot!
Elephant Nerd: Wowwwww! You're an idiot!
