WHO Amberle Elessedil & Steve Rogers WHAT Someone spots the ears WHEN Wednesday morning WHERE Near a construction site WARNINGS TBD, probably none STATUS Closed | Incomplete
Amberle knew that having her hair down was the best way to remain safe but she longed to be able to put her hair up in a braid so that it would be off her neck. At least she knew how to pull it back adequately enough that it was out of her face, she thought as she wandered along Madison Valley. She'd left the main part of town fairly quickly as she still felt very uncomfortable near so many humans. Some seemed very nice, but it was hard to shake the things she'd been taught and the things she'd experienced. Of course not all humans would mean her harm, but how would she know before it was too late? There weren't any known quantities in Madison Valley the way it was at home. At least there, she knew where she stood and what her value was. Who would care now that she was one of the Chosen and of the royal family at Arborlon?
And then there was the matter of the Ellcrys. Was her home even safe now? She'd stepped through the doorway into the tree, yet she'd been brought here instead of becoming one with it. Were the inhabitants here all past lives of the Ellcrys? Had it even existed this far back in time? She wasn't sure how her years corresponded with the current calendar the humans used, but it was easy enough to understand. Amberle had been here for ten days already, and she felt no closer to understanding what was going on. She felt lost and very, very alone.
"I wouldn't even mind if Allanon showed up," she grumbled, absently braiding her hair while she walked. Movement up ahead caught her attention and she realized she'd been displaying her distinctive elf ears for the man to see. Hastily, she ran her fingers through her hair to unbraid it and hopefully cover her ears in time.
"Morning," Amberle called with a wave, hoping she could at least distract him from thinking too much on what he saw.