Fraying (open)

She tip-toed around like a cat, careful and cautious, but full of hidden potential. She wasn't the sort who spent time taking walks just for the sake of the scenery, the mood, or thinking alone. She could do and experience all that without walking around pointlessly. But today she was on a mission. She did though admit that she always loved to just stop and listen to the occasional song that someone played or sang. Even to her, who had lived in this place all her long life, the music and the landscape was always so awesome and artistically beautiful. The elves' race and culture screamed perfection wherever one looked, and the proud race knew it well. But of course, most wise ones knew that no person in this world was morally, righteously perfect. That was the curse of the world - that nobody could be perfect, that everyone had some measure of evil within.

She often felt a tad bit jealous of all the artistic talents that the others possessed, like singing or playing instruments or using their magic to make the trees and rocks to super cool things. But she wouldn't give up her fighting specialty for any of those. She could easily be happy to just appreciate what the others did. She was extremely appreciative of the tall, thick trees that shielded her fair face from the sun. She had hung out in those spots where the sun's harsh rays glared down on her and began to make her feel uncomfortable to no end. Life in Ellesmera was fabulous.

Well, she had a mission, and now that it was over, she was returning to her home on the other side of the city with a small back-pack full of dead firewood that she found in the less populated parts of the ginormous forest. Technically, she still had the mission of returning back with them. Since the trees of Elesmera were always brimming with life enforced by magic and spells of longetivity and prosperity, their branches never grew old and broke off, and the whole city was flawlessly clean. The only debris on the ground to be found was dirt, rocks, and stray unnatural items such as loose pieces of paper or occasional dropped trash.

But most of the time, her kind was very clean and tidy, and kept the streets, roads and paths trash free. So she had to take a long walk over to the forest around the edge of Elesmera where nobody grew his or her tree house to find fallen, dead branches. She wouldn't dare to take the branches of one of the living trees in Elesmera. It was then as she continued her trek back home that she heard someone singing a soft, gentle song, and she had to stop to listen. The tune came from what looked like a garden where two elves were squatted down, tending to the plants. Wordlessly, the dark haired young elf stood there and began to watch them with growing curiosity, now that she had stopped to listen to the song.