You're not an elf, are you?

Hi, My name is Kim Ogsusu Maja Blanca.

[Class: Saintess of Time obtained]

That's the last thing I remembered. And I found myself lying on a grass. Where are the tomatoes I'm just carrying? My aunt will scold me.

I thought they were on my chest. Because it felt heavy.

But it's just my useless body fat.

I walked and walked. And met somebody.

"You're not an elf, are you?" he kindly asked.

A Mexican looking boy with a Mexican accent. Well, that's what I'm hearing but my mind seemed to understand him. Weird. I'm like half deaf. I can hear the words but my mind is interpreting his words so that I can understand him.

"Of course, I'm not" I giggled as I replied.

I tried to touch my ears if they're pointy.

"Don't worry. Your ears are beautifully of human"

What do you mean? This is just my stream of consciousness.

"Anyway, what's your name? I'm Maja"

Let's keep the Ogsusu Blanca and my Kim surname away.

The Mexican lad bowed, "I'm Azul Maya Taco. Taco is my surname."

"Deliciously weird." Oh noes. I voiced out my thoughts.

"Why? Blue tacos are delicious. Anyway. Vamonos"

Wow. Vamonos. Reminded me of an explorer kid.

My mind seemed like it didn't translate it.

"But where?" I replied.

"Don't you smell it? The aroma of fries."

I inhaled deeply. "Yes. But where is it coming from."

"Don't worry. We have our system to guide us. Also, it reminded me of the sack of potatoes I'm supposed to be carrying."

"Really" I inquired as we walked towards the aroma of the fries.

"Yup, I was working in the middle of a food market. but I lost the sack."

And then we were both surprised to see a fellow human being.

With fries floating in the air. And is that ketchup.

Also, I'm seeing the sack Azul mentioned. Even my sealed bag tomatoes but why they seemed to be fewer.