"No," and he stopped walking. A human probably would have walked right into him but Bebhinn adjusted her pace accordingly and stopped as well.
"Why would I want to destroy an elven woman? I'd be the easy one there."
He glanced up. Stretched across the foot path about twnety feet up was a net of vines, each strand laden with stardust blossoms. The silvery flowers seemed to shimmer even though no light moved against their crystalline petals. They used to give them away as wedding gifts, but the once-rare flower was now thriving in the forests after some hedgemage Leir had never met imbued with them with a resilience aggainst the birds that ate them. So all in all they weren't very special any longer.