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Post by FREYA LINDETHIEL on Nov 2, 2014 0:23:25 GMT
 No matter how hard they tried to confine her, the free-spirited little elf always found her way back to the maze of apple trees and aspens. She basked in their branches, cheeks rosy from the afternoon sunlight that was beating down on her pale skin, lips alight with a soft smile brought about by a daydream as she listened to the song of a lark above. It was too beautiful of a day to waste cooped up in stifling room with a bunch of boisterous children. The leaves of the trees, beginning to change with the seasons, rustled quietly in the breeze, and she knew that it wouldn't be much longer til they dropped. The trees were whispering of winter, singing a bittersweet farewell to the euphoric summer months. The elf's nimble fingers traced circles on the bark as she murmured tender reassurances to the oak. "There there, friend. Spring will be back again in no time," she softly whispered. "You'll see."
Freya hummed a warm tune, just loud enough for the plant to hear, and its leaves perked with glee. Her voice gradually grew quieter as she began to drift, eyelids drooping as her big, blue irises stared up at the blue sky, just visible through the crisscross of branches. She would have fallen asleep there, way up high, but the snap of a twig and the smell of smoke jostled her. Her eyes fluttered in a daze, and the elf frowned to herself, small nose wrinkling distastefully at the scent. With the warm months gone, there couldn't have been a fire, but she recognized the smell of burning grass. In curious agitation, she crept along the branch she was perched on, slowly inching outward until it was too thin to hold her weight. She could just make out the figure of someone below, and she craned her neck forward as far as she could, peering down at the stranger with intrigued eyes. Unable to see, the curious elf slowly began to climb downwards. Not all the way to the bottom, but just close enough to watch.
When the petite blonde neared the bottom, she stopped again. This was definitely where the terrible smell was coming from, and she quickly traced it to the rather peculiar-looking elf below. At least, Freya thought she was an elf, though her skin was dark as coal. What a strange elf. In her hands, flames blazed, and blue orbs watched, mesmerized, as the fire was thrown at the stump of a tree, casting embers into the grass. Wide-eyed, the elf dropped and hung upside-down like a bat, golden hair cascading delicately in the breeze. She tilted her head, puzzled, as she watched the dark-skinned elf, and then piped up, "It's dangerous to play with such a thing when you're surrounded by wood, you know." The words were spoken in a scolding chirp as she swayed, carefully studying the bearer of the flames. "You're scaring the trees."
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Post by SORINE EVARFIELD on Nov 2, 2014 2:15:18 GMT
She counted on the shorter days and longer nights. While she welcomed the morning with gratitude, the ebony skinned elf felt relieved when night fell. Summer was soon to be passing and she felt more alive. The forest with it's heavy canopy became like a second home during the afternoon hours. There was a slight brisk to her step as she strode through the woods. Determination set in her eye and her lips pressed together to form a firm line. She wanted to put as much distance as she could between her and the academy. They didn't trust her. The students, the teachers, even the trees that loomed over , held little trust. The little elf didn't blame them. No one looked her directly in the eye. Rumors spread like the fire she could rarely contain. She had to get away from them. There were too many hours in just one day. Every hour filled with torture dragged her though a misery that seemed inescapable. Misery fueled the natural hatred that ran through her veins. Hate was such a natural feeling yet it was muted by her upbringing. Hate was easy. The little elf paused in her step. She crouched down and ran her fingers over the soft grass. There was little to be said about how angry she should feel. “Everything.” Her mouth felt dry. She knew deep down that they were just words. Words couldn't kill her. “Maybe I should just hate them. That's the easiest of my choices.” Her teeth clicked together. “That's just silly. They hate me already for something I'm not.”
A spider crawled across her hand. They were attracted to her in a way she couldn't understand. While most people found spiders to be gross, the little elf found them to be cute. She wanted nothing to do with where she came from, yet the spiders that lurked in the world reminded her that she couldn't hide from the dark forever. A smile creased her lips when she finally stood. The air had changed and there was a need burning within her body. She adjusted the patch that stretched over one eye. Sorine took a few steps toward a sickly looking birch. The bark peeled away and she spotted burls marring the one graceful tree. She felt little life clinging inside the tree. Maybe it would be okay, just for a short while. She plucked a ribbon from the pouch at her waist to tie back her silvery tresses. Her power was all about control, a field she sometimes fell short in. The elf turned away to walk a few paces away the sickly birch. The feeling of guilt clawed it's way in to her mind but with a little effort she shook it away. “You can do this.” Her hand stretched outwards toward the sky. An unusual heat emitted from her body while she strained to concentrate. With her eye closed, she worked the heat toward her palm. The fire sparked and fizzled in her hand as she tried to turn the heat into a physical substance.
With the quivering ball on flame in hand she turned toward the birch. “Steady.” She stared at the quickened bursts of flickering that matched her heaving breaths. It happened quickly. She lashed her hand forward, sending the flame at the tree. It didn't miss, but the charred mark left on the papery bark made her feel sick. It would be okay. No prying eyes fell upon her. She dropped her arm to her side. “I'm sorry.” She rubbed the back of her head while thinking on whether she should try again. This time had been successful, but what if the next time wasn't? The thought filled her mind to the brink of physical shaking. She drew her shoulders up and bowed her head. Maybe it was all pointless. Maybe...
A voice spoke up in the midst of her inner turmoil. Sorine turned to face and her eye widened to a painful size. Someone had saw her and that someone didn't look too impressed with her actions. Her jaw dropped while her hands fumbled together.
“Oh no, I'm...I'm.” She felt her voice pitch higher and her mouth quivered. “I'm sorry.” |
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Post by FREYA LINDETHIEL on Nov 2, 2014 23:39:34 GMT
Freya blinked her big blue eyes in wary wonder, staring at the upside down face of the other elf. An apology was stuttered out, though she couldn't tell whether the girl was sorry for the damage she'd done or that she'd been caught. "Don't apologize to me, silly," she gently snipped. "Apologize to the tree!" She lifted a finger to point to the smoking stump. It may have looked dead, but it was very much alive. One just couldn't see it from the outside. She could hear its painful pleas, and while she knew that they would be silent to an untrained ear, couldn't all elves hear them? "Can't you hear?" she asked with a small frown. "You're an elf, aren't you?" She squinted at the other, doe-eyes narrowed suspiciously, and then reached out a hand to curiously pinch one of the long, dark ears. Maybe it would have been obvious to anyone else that this girl wasn't an elf, but the feisty blonde didn't know any better. She'd grown up with foxes and trees, not other elves. Since coming to the academy she had met some of her kin, though the concept of other races might as well have been a plight of fantasy. Everyone was an elf to her if they weren't an animal or a plant, and this drow was no exception. Humans were merely elves with short ears and angels were elves with funny white-feathered wings attached to their backs.
With a soft huff, Freya dropped from the branches, doing a small flip and landing lightly on her feet in front of the dark-skinned elf, right-side up again. "Come. Come see." Tone a little more chipper than before, her lips pressed into an inviting smile and she beckoned to the other girl to follow her as nimble feet carried her toward the old tree trunk. The little blonde dropped to her knees beside the stump, gripping the dry bark with her hands as she peered down into the tiny hollow that dented the wood. Inside, a small green sprout was poking up from a thin layer of moss, and she moved aside to give the other a look. "Do you see?" she murmured. "Do you see it?" She bounced back on her heels with a delighted smirk, pointing to the tiny stalk. It was an unlikely place to find life, but she knew as well as any the color green meant there was life. Even when all the leaves dropped from the trees and they became bare skeletons during the winter months, there was still life underneath their rough bark. They just needed warmth.
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Post by SORINE EVARFIELD on Nov 3, 2014 3:22:01 GMT
She had to be brave. For all that anything could be worth, she had to be brave. There was a strange presence emitting from the girl. The way her blue eyes bore into the drow sent the unmistakable shiver of uncertainty down her back. The elf, a forest elf from what she could tell, stared at her differently. The mistrust spread into many others eyes yet it couldn't be found in the elf's bright blue eyes. The eyes of this elf captivated Sorine even as she smoothed back a lock of hair. Her gaze tore from the elf's. The corners of her mouth crept downward while she folded her arms together. She brought her brows up as she thought on how the elf acted. There was no fear in her eyes. Instead, there was an eagerness for Sorine to understand how the tree felt. A blush tinged her cheeks. That was an impossible feat. Drows only had a slight connection to the nature that surrounded them. Years spent in the dark cold depths of the Underdarke had dampened their senses. “It's almost impossible for me to hear.”
Her body went tense as the elf reached out to pinch her ear. She blinked an eye of deep red. “Oh, I am an elf. I just happen to be the worst kind of elf.” Her jaw clenched together and she turned her head sharply. This elf cared more about her ability to hear the tree. Sorine took a few steps away from the other elf. Something about her seemed strange though she had no idea why she felt that way. Despite being raised by wood elves, the drow still had a weak connection to the world around her. Explaining that to the blonde elf before her would be no easy task. She could apologize all she wanted, but the acceptance or refusal would fall upon deaf ears.
The girl seemed to want her to examine the tree she had assumed to be sickly. Sorine chewed on her bottom lip. She already felt guilty for practicing on a tree. It would make things worse if she found that she had harmed an animal, a spider, or what ever other living creature might be there. Her shoulders sagged and she pursed her lips. Her day couldn't get any worse though it could become humiliating Sorine drew in a breath and followed the elf over to the stump. She knelt down, her long fingers coming to rest upon the rough bark. Her gaze flickered over the moss. Hidden there was a sign of life. It was small, and it had a long way to go before it would be fully grown. “I-” She cast a glance toward the blonde elf before staring down at the tiny green stalk. “I'm sorry for....For harming you.” |
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Post by FREYA LINDETHIEL on Nov 4, 2014 4:00:36 GMT
Freya cast a curiously suspicious look over her shoulder at the dark-skinned elf, not having the faintest idea what she was speaking of. There wasn't time for her to wonder though, for the girl was soon kneeling down beside her next to the stump. Distracted by the other's meek apology, the blonde elf peeked back over the side of the bark, her big eyes lingering on the stalk for a moment before she reached out a hand, carefully hovering her palm over the plant. At first, nothing happened, but then her fingers cast a soft green glow, a very gentle light that emitted a strange warmth, and within seconds the little sprout was twitching. When Freya raised her hand, the plant followed, slowly growing upwards toward her palm until the greenery touched her skin. Small vines overflowed from the inside of the hollow, sprouting leaves and turning the charred wood lush and green. The elf smiled cheekily to herself, small dimples forming in her rosy cheeks, pleased with the new energy she could feel bursting from the flora. "Better now," she announced in a cheery chirp, nodding to herself as she admired the repairs she'd made. While re-growing an entire tree was impossible, she knew that in time the stump would fully heal and become tall once more.
Blue eyes slowly turned to gaze at the other elf's face, meeting a single cherry-colored iris and a mysterious patch. "It forgives you," Freya explained with an airy sigh. "But you must be careful. Playing with fire in a forest is unwise." She gave her new companion a stern look, though lectured no farther, having more important things to inquire about. The blonde pursed her lips together, a question on the tip of her tongue. "What did you mean before?" she asked, hugging her legs up to her chest and resting her cheek delicately atop her knees. Perhaps it was none of her business to stick her nose into the dark-skinned elf's affairs, but she curious, overbearingly so. All the years spent in the isolation of the shrubs and trees made her greedy for truths, and the other's rather cryptic words had left her dearly confused. "Why are you the worst? What's the worst?" The forest elf waited expectantly, ever so naive. She was, after all, still a child. She thought of the flames she'd seen in the girl's hands, blazing and destructive, the way they had burned the tree — but surely someone truly bad wouldn't show regret.
It was all quite peculiar.
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Post by SORINE EVARFIELD on Nov 5, 2014 3:47:56 GMT
Her gaze danced with a sincere curiosity as the delicate elf moved closer to the plant. She licked her suddenly dry lips. She watched the girl's outstretched hands that glowed a mysterious green light. What was this one's power? Sorine flicked her gaze back to the small plant. Life, or at least a stronger force of life, lifted from the plant. She watched with admiration as the girl gave what Sorine believed to be a stronger chance at life. She must have a power that lets her manipulate plants or something. Sorine tipped her head to side. It was a wonderous power but it severely constrasted her own power. Fire manipulation proved to be a dangerous ability that required more control. She could contain the fire but it would only last a little while. Her power could easily destroy the life the elf just nurished. Sorine felt that deep down hurting this elf that she barely knew would be a dreadful event.
Sorine let out a relieved sigh. She has succeeded in not killing the plant. It accepted her apology, though if she were the one having balls of fire thrown at her she wouodnt feel very apologetic. Sorine sat on the ground facing the stump. Maybe playing with fire in a forest wasn't the brightest of ideas. It was the quietest place she knew of. On occasion she would hear plants whisper but she never acknowledged that they could feel like she could. She chewed anxiously on her bottom lip. Life lived everywhere. Her mother had warned her about it the day she came into her powers. Even if she were to throw a fire ball at a stone wall there were chances that an insect or spider could be harned. When the elf joined her on the ground, Sorine felt the fair on the back of her neck stand on ends. This elf seemed to have a very curious nature to her. How could she not know what type of elf Sorine was? Or better, how horriBle her kind could be.
"Well I really don't know where to begin." There were endless tales that she could retell. "I am a drow. I'm surprised that you don't know that. My kind are't dwellers of the world we know." Sorine clicked her teeth together. Having been raised by wood elves, Sorine was spared the dreadful life underground. "I will spare you the gory details and will just say that they are cruel and hateful. Wood Elves such as yourself along with High Elves look down upon my unwanted kin." A laugh slipped from her lips. Her eye dared a glance at the other elf. She didn't know anything about her yet she found herself oddly comfortable with explaining the dark terrors that shrouded a drow.
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Post by FREYA LINDETHIEL on Nov 16, 2014 2:34:05 GMT
"Nature is forgiving," Freya told the other girl, peering over at her when she heard the soft sigh of relief part from her lips. "It knows not of hate." The blond elf trailed her fingertip along one of the leaves that now sprouted from the tree with a tender smile, admiring her work. Once upon a time, she'd thought that all elves could do what she could, but she had learned just how special she was from the looks of awe she often received. "How did you do that?" they would ask her, and she could only stare with confused eyes, unable to explain her peculiar affinity. She didn't know how she did it. She just could. It was as effortless as breathing. A natural, innate sensation that she had been blessed with since the day she had been born. Even as a child, the innocence of her smile had drawn butterflies close and her footsteps had left behind her a trail of tiny daisies. She simply couldn't imagine not being able to do it.
The girl's next words stirred Freya from her train of thought, and she resurfaced, blinking big blue eyes. The unsettling things the dark-skinned elf said puzzled her, and she tilted her head to the side as thoughts curiously turned in her head. Her lack of worldly knowledge kept her in the dark, living in a bubble of ignorant bliss. She knew not of the banishment the dark-skinned elves had suffered, unaware of the violent exile that had been thrust upon them by the fairest of them all. She didn't know of the war, nor of the tole her own kin had played in it, and if it had happened during her lifetime, she had evaded such terrors in the shelter of a young vixen's den. Freya's delicate brows knit together in subtle confusion, but she nodded all the same, showing she had heard. "Why do you say they and not we?" she asked with the curiosity of a child. "You're different, aren't you? Aren't you?" She paused, studying the girl's single eye, perplexed by the patch that hid the other. A thoughtful smile slowly turned up the corners of her gentle lips. "Show me your hands," she quietly instructed and held out her own, palms facing outward toward the other elf, waiting patiently.
"This one is called Freya."
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Post by SORINE EVARFIELD on Nov 21, 2014 3:42:48 GMT
It must be nice, the obsidian skinned elf thought. She ran her fingers through the bare dirt, eyes alight with respect. A new found appreciation for elves, well, for this elf, sparked within her. Maybe she could make a friend, finally. Sorine glanced up and nodded. Maybe the world that she was deaf to wasn't what she thought it was. If what the elf said was true, then maybe she had a friend all along. She tried her best not to ever damage the apparent life around her out of respect of her parents. Sorine smiled to herself. Maybe she wasn't alone all that time. It's odd, Sorine noted. In the short time that she had been in the other elf's presence she could feel the difference. She still couldn't hear what was around her, but she could feel something. Sorine admired the blonde elf for a few moments.
Sorine cleared her throat. “Why do I say they?” She had been raised by wood elves, tossed aside by her own kind. The brambles damaged her but her loving parents still took her in. She was a drow only by appearance and shared little else with the dwellers of the Underdarke. They were monsters that felt only hatred. Sorine felt little hatred toward anyone or anything. She mostly only felt fear. Sorine turned to face the elf straight on. With a snap of her fingers, a small flame sparked in her palm. The flame flickered and wavered like the uncertainty the made up her very being. “I'm scared, afraid. I waver between being accepted and being happy. This flame mimics that. Drows are just one thing.” The flame dissipated. “Cruel.” Sorine smiled, her lips twitching into the friendly gesture. The flame symbolized control, or lack of, within her. There was so much she was uncertain about that keeping the flame stable was next to impossible. The elf brought out a certain happiness in her and she couldn't help but smile.
The air smelled something like wet pine needles and an earthy musk. She closed her eye and took it all in. Maybe she should leave the school more often. If not to escape maybe to just enjoy what lay around her. She opened her eye to see the young elf hold her hands out. Sorine bit her lip and studied her hands. Looking very puzzled, Sorine lay her hands gently on hers. “It won't hurt will it?” |
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Post by FREYA LINDETHIEL on Nov 30, 2014 19:30:21 GMT
Unblinking, Freya gazed at the dark-skinned elf across from her with an innate need to understand. Usually others weren't so keen on answering her prying questions, but perhaps Sorine needed a listening ear. Her gaze slowly lowered when the girl held out a hand, a flame appearing in the center of her palm before vanishing into thin air. "What is there to be scared of?" the little elf inquired. "That? You mustn't be afraid of it. It will know if you are. You cannot tame a wolf with fear, after all." To tame something wild, you had to be brave. Fire was too strong for a weak spirit. Freya didn't know much about it, but she remembered seeing the human travelers in the woods with fire. They had put it in a pile of sticks and controlled it somehow. They hadn't been afraid. They had sung merry songs around it and shared food before dousing it with water. She had also seen what it could do when it wasn't tamed. The way it scarred the trees and swallowed everything in an angry path, feeling no mercy. While she may never have played with fire, however, the same principles applied to the natural world.
When their palms pressed together, the dainty elf only smiled and shook her head, coming out of her thoughts. "It won't hurt," she quietly chirped. "They're just hands." The skin pressing to hers felt strangely cold, despite the fire that had tinged the girl's fingertips only moments ago. The touch of someone lonely. "I don't see why everyone must make it such a confusing matter," she murmured. "Them, us. They, we. Gaia made us all much the same." Blue eyes steadily rested on their hands, one pale as porcelain and the other dark like ebony, each with five fingers, perfectly aligned. For a girl who had been raised by foxes, two hands that fit together bore more similarities than differences. Wood elves. High elves. Drows. It made her head spin! With a soft huff, Freya curled her warm fingers between the gaps of the other elf's, grabbing her hands and giving them a playful squeeze. "But different isn't bad either."
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Post by SORINE EVARFIELD on Dec 7, 2014 4:38:18 GMT
She batted her eye, a soft smile etching across her face. This was right, it was okay. The delightfully confused elf who sat before her could be considered a lucky one. She knew nothing of the horrible terrors of the world. Sorine watched Freya carefully. It was a blessing as well as a curse to not be aware of the darkness that lurked where ever one might not be looking. She listened to her, though. For all the knowledge that she seemed to lack about elven society, Freya did seem to be aware of how fear affected Sorine's ability. It made since. The more fear she felt, the more likely she could lose control. It all made sense, but only after hearing it from another's lips did it truly click. It had been the fear of her parents discovering the arrival of her power that had set the woods ablaze. Maybe instead of playing with fire, Sorine could focus more on facing her fears. “You are right...” she mumbled.
Her hands felt soft and gentle, like a mother's touch. She stared longingly at their joined hands. Two very opposite people sat together with no tension. The lightness in the air gave her the feeling of calm. She stared at hands that were black as night and ones as fair as day. How interesting it was that two very different people could coexist after only knowing each other for less than a day. “They may just be hands, Freya, but I feel as though you can get a lot from just touching someone. There is something about you...” Her voice trailed and she gave a small smile. Returning the gentle squeeze to Freya, Sorine stared back at the stump. “Freya, I only wish I could be like you. Unknowing of what is out there, of what troubles we could potentially face just because of our race...” She paused and cleared her throat. “It's nice that I can be different in a world filled with adversity. And it's nice that there is someone other than my parents that understands.” She titled her head, tendrils of silver-white hair coming loose from their tie. Sorine gave another gentle squeeze to Freya before pulling her hands away.
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Post by FREYA LINDETHIEL on Dec 17, 2014 0:26:24 GMT
"Hands can convey much," she agreed. From the dark-skinned elf's fire had come, while from Freya life had been born. It was where a person's chi was directed when it left their heart, and whatever one felt would manifest itself in that energy. She could feel Sorine's inner turmoil beneath her cold skin, a silent trembling, and Freya wondered what the girl felt behind her own palms. The rosy-cheeked elf sent a little burst of her excitement through her fingertips as the other girl gave her hands a small squeeze, wondering if she could feel the tingle of warmness that was exchanged between their grip. She had never tried to heal something that didn't have a physical manifestation, but perhaps, she wondered, if maybe she could share some of her joy. "They can do many bad things, but they are also what connects us."
Liquid blue eyes slowly steadied as she calmed, and she studied the other elf's face carefully. "Troubles?" she murmured. "It's not my trouble if they are confused." While she saw nothing wrong with a peaceful co-existence, perhaps it was the humans that Sorine was referring to. Freya didn't know about other elves, but she had witnessed the quiet judgings of the strange earless elves before. It's why she was here in the first place, wasn't it? Even if they had rejected her, she knew they hadn't meant poorly though. They just hadn't seen one like her before, and so they were uncertain how to act. Beyond the canopy of the forest was uncharted, but surely here it wasn't that way. Everyone was unique. "I will be friends with who I wish!" The blonde elf returned the smile, eyes soft and warm. "My parents were foxes. People say that's strange, that I'm nothing more than an animal, but I don't think it's very strange. Do you think it's strange?" She tilted her head to the side, hands still locked with the other girl's. "Is an elf raised by foxes a strange thing?" Perhaps it was a little strange, and while she sometimes wondered what had become of her long-lost birth parents, she would have wanted no other siblings than the cheerful litter of orange-pelted fox pups. She would have paid no price to change that.
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Post by SORINE EVARFIELD on Dec 19, 2014 5:14:22 GMT
Maybe it could all be so simple. She stared down at their interlocked hands, deciding to go ahead and pull her hands free. Sorine stopped, feeling a faint fluttering of warmth beneath her palms. It was like a butterfly fluttering without a care to the world. Like a child unknowing of the terrors in the night. There was such innocence beneath her hands. An innocence that Sorine prayed never get crushed. She pulled one hand away, moving to adjust the patch strung around her head. She moved her hand back, lightly patting the top of Freya's hand. Such innocence, such pure innocence, was a rare thing in the world they lived in. Beneath the dense canopy that sat under, she felt a warmth emit from Freya. Not a literal warmth. Maybe it was just from her sincerity. She glanced toward the charred stump. She wanted to apologize again.
Sorine looked back at Freya, back at the blue pools that stared back at her. She tilted her. Strange? Being raised by foxes was not so strange to her, but she could understand why others would think so. “It's not so strange..” Though, she thought a little angrily, people didn't have to call her an animal. That was being far worse than simply being rude. Sorine lifted her brows. Maybe it was similar to her situation. Her parents weren't like her. They weren't as far-fetched as being raised by animals, but they weren't like her. Many people had often wondered why two well respected wood elves would take in a viscous monster such as she. She wasn't a monster! Sorine was innocent. At least, she was partially innocent. She quickly shook her head. “Maybe it has given you a clearer view of the world around us. You can see it neutrally. You won't pick sides, not like others.”
Goosebumps spread across her skin. “Wood elves, such as yourself, are very close with nature. My parents were such. High elves.” She let out an annoyed sigh. “They aren't so nice, at least not to my kin. Everyone sneers down on each other. Being raised by foxes, is such behavior odd?” She patted the ground tentatively. . “But like you said, we are all connected.” |
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