Enna was blessed to a degree most other wind elves would be envious of: Platinum hair and smooth bronze skin, a soft figure with full, wide hips and thick thighs, all of which was utterly dwarfed by her breasts. Enormous by any standards, let alone elven, they were easily more than double the size of her head, hanging down to her navel. They spilled out between her fingers when she cradled them in her hands, with just enough sag to emphasize their softness and weight while still keeping a pleasing roundness. She was the envy of many, but she had problems appreciating that
