I spend more time looking up at the buildings of New York City than I do looking at the people that live here. Which is, of course, my fault entirely as I have a deep love of structures and architecture in general. And New York City is something beyond the likes of anything I have ever seen, designed or built myself.
But alas, I might ramble about the beauty of the city for a thousand years and never cease speaking of new wonders.
The point then is that I have finally taken to watching the
mortals humans inhabitants of the realm and I noticed an odd thing. Odd in my perspective, at least.
There are a numerous amount of women with child in this world.
Were I an uneducated elf I might very well have assumed there was something in the water that made it happen so. But I know that is not the case. I find the difference striking. Children are celebrated amongst the elves and while women with child are not
rare we are very particular on when children are brought about.
The idea of being separated during pregnancy, or in the very early years of childhood, is too grievous for us to bear, so children are not born during times of war. And as a rule we do not birth many, with my
Lord uncle being a rare exception. He has seven sons. We wait at least ten years between our children too, because while it is joyous to raise elflings, itrequires a lot of nurturing for a long period; we do not come of age until our 50th year but even then one might not take full maturity until their 100th. Whereas Men are aged and approaching decline at 50.
My wife and I bore but one child before we were parted. I would have liked another, myself, but the process of bearing children is very hard on the mother and it was therefore her choice in the matter. Anyway.