Her blouse was decorated with frills. Over it, she wore a jacket the color of fresh green grass with a rose design. An amber collar pin held it in the front. Her translucent-white thighs were boldly exposed, her legs lithe and slender, while multicolored roses bloomed in the vines that wound around all over her soft-looking, artlessly tied golden hair. The bloom at one of her shoulders was particularly large, a red-purple rose as big as a baby's head. Her facial features were flawless, and her eyes were bright red. In the darkness, the only light came from Chika's flashlight, and yet even though the woman's face wasn't well illuminated, her beauty had been visible.
Most of all, those ears. Just like the forest people, the elves in the fantasy novels that Chika had once read, the pointed tips were poking out of hair that failed to hide them.
"Good evening." Her voice sounded so pleasant in Chika's ears. It was an ordinary greeting, but it twined about her body and soul. "I am the Musician of the Forest, Cranberry. I am a magical girl."
—Volume 3, Page 110