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I'm a head above the rest, ahead of my time

A beautiful bandit, a killjoy, a theif

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The 'young' elf woman was moving silently through the forest. In her pale hands were little bits of grass, that she had been braiding and twining in and around themselves as she walked. Her grey eyes were focused on her walk, her mind sensing the life forces of the trees to keep her from walking into one. It was quiet, the only sound coming from her unclad feet and pale green dress sweeping along the forest floor. She had a circlet of ribbons and flowers on her head, her long chestnut and copper tresses hanging down around her pretty face. Her long, delicate fingers continued twining the bits of grass around themselves, as she headed towards her goal. A large, old tree that was half the size of the Menoa tree. She settled herself into a crook in the roots, leaning her head against the trunk and closing her eyes as she worked. [/color]

I'll steal your heart, darling, not to mention your mind

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A triad of colors twisted and piled together flowed against the skin of a being who’s soft lips released a tone and pitch so expertly controlled and refined. The melody could easily take any listener to imagine the past, of years long forgotten to most, but to a time that the oldest trees could remember. A song that was intended as a gift to the trees by the female elf garbed in white. Her feet bare in order to feel the energy of the earth as she sang, as she breathed, as she experienced life itself. “After”, the word was sang slowly as if in remembrance, “In the cold, darkness”, a rest, “In the heart of the forest”, the songstress voice seemed to release and relax those around it, “Where birds are singing”, it seemed brighter, more full, and even slightly happy, “For the new born Sun”, it was calm, “In the womb of leaves” the singer allowed her voice to grow louder but it never lost its perfect tone or pitch, “On the branches of trees lies the treasure in the morning”, the intensity had dimed to a soft sound, “The pearls of light”, came the soft but fitting ending to the song.

Golden speckled violet eyes were finally revealed at the end of the song. Theia had found that she had wandered as she had sung to a fairly large and ancient tree. Some would have smiled at learning such, but her face held nothing of the sort. It was indifferent. Without moving anything else but her eyes she locked onto the form of a young female elf with light skin that glowed like a peach and brown hair of copper. She couldn’t see her eyes since they were closed, but it looked like she was weaving something in her soft appearing hands.

Theia made no sound or movement to note that she had noticed her but kept her eyes focused, wondering if the elf could feel her gaze upon her. Curiosity soon would come into play but then self control would set up a gate, halting the feeling from being expressed. Although it didn’t stop the mind, ‘I wonder why she leans so comfortably against the tree’, came the unresisted thought.

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Talyth's thought's wandered. She was able to slip the green bit of material over her head, showing that her torso and legs were clad in black leather. Leather that had come from a deer that had been old and given it's life to help her. A brief spiel of magic and the dress became black boots, ones that came halfway up her calves. Her eyes opened, the mismatched shades of grey startling in comparison to the rest of her. Her hands ceased their work and she swung up onto a limb, straddling the branch and reaching into a hollow in the tree; retrieving a dagger and a bow and arrow. The dagger she strapped to her upper thigh, the bow she slung across her back. That's when her gaze fell upon the elf woman clad in white on the ground. Talyth sprung to her feet, looking every part the huntress that she used to be. Now she was a quiet girl who tended the forest, but she used to be a hunter. She still had the aim and deadliness of a hawk....just it was latent.

She sprung up into the tree, landing on a higher branch with a thicker girth. She had an arrow trained on the woman below, but it wasn't all aggression. It was more out of being startled.

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Amusement came as she observed the actions of the elf. She found it odd that she had transformed the leather instantly into boots. It was a very convenient product of magic and material, but she wondered if it was something that was necessary. Either way it didn’t really matter, one chose to do whatever they wished to do. It had no effect on her so it shouldn’t really concern her at all.

Then sudden movement came as the other being opened up her eyes reminiscent of iron, her gentle hands stopped their previous movement and quickly she flung herself up onto a tree limb. Theia then allowed her head to lift upwards in order to watch the strange being as she moved about, it seemed like she had not noticed her presence yet. She wondered if that was out of lack of experience and or talent, or just out of being out of touch with reality. The only one who knew was the elf herself.

Hearing noises of leather being moved about Theia grew more inquisitive but it didn’t mean that her guard was down. Her bow and quiver were still upon her back but her little beauty was always hidden under the white flowing scarf that usually hung around her elbows. She also was ready to speak in order to give more power to any needed spells for protection. For now though there was no need to use them, but she didn’t trust anyone.

Feeling the energies of the forest she could sense the slight vibrations of the tree as the woman had jumped up to a higher ledge, the new branch also moving ever so slightly. Then appeared the spark of light reflecting of something, trained eyes picked up the tip of an arrow, she figured it was notched since it was pointed directly at her person. “Why point an arrow at me? Have I done something to deserve such a hostile act?”, her question was very matter of fact, unconcerned, and calm.
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