The Elven Powers

Chapter two: Needle watch

"....And that concludes today's lesson. I'm afraid not much else is known of the beginning of the world. I will now take my leave Galandria. Farewell maid of the willow leaf."

"Farewell Teacher." 

And with that the two exchanged the Elvin farewell gesture of hand to heart then temple. The teacher was quite timid and plain. She had simple short brown hair, a pair of glasses wobbling on her rather pointed features. She was always curt to Galandria, so long as she had served the house. She didn't dislike her; however she still only regarded her as a necessity to the house. This was not to say Galandria was cruel of heart, still she was free of spirit and found her teacher to be boring. Galandria's eyes were fixed on the teacher, as she swept from the room.  

With Teacher gone Galandria slowly exhaled. It had been a long day of Teaching and the histories had to be the most irritating of subjects to end with. Galandria was about 10 in Elven years and appeared like she could be any human’s extremely beautiful human child, despite the pointed ears. She was in fact, one hundred years old. There was also no doubt whatsoever that she was elven, full of grace and lithe spirit like any other of her race. Galandria twiddled a strand of her lustrous golden hair that floated gently down like the waves of the sea to just below the small of her back.

From her seat opposite Teachers high backed chair she surveyed her room, with eyes as blue as the ocean, glowing with the light from the afternoon sun. As with any elf, her eyesight was keener than any humans so that she could study every growth ring and ridge in the bark of the willow tree. Galandria's room was entirely made from the willow that had been grown into a house by the power of Elven song her ancestors had used. However, the various works of art around the room had been created by her, and her clothing bought from an expensive tailor. Today she wore a short dress of evergreen silk with a chestnut brown Bodice with strips of leather crossed down her chest to hold it in place. Her sleeves rested at her elbows, although the shoulders were cut off so that you could see her porcelain and unblemished skin. Her pulchritudinous appearance was completed by her full pink lips.

Clink...Clink...Clink. Galandria started at the noise as it intruded on her day dream. The panes of glass in her window reverberated as tiny pebbles glanced of their outer side. There was no time to question who it could be. She already knew. She rose from her seat quickly, in a manner her mother would surely not approve of. Galandria loved her parents, which they returned gladly doting on their child. Still, she was the firstborn. To be first born required teaching, given to her by her mother and Teacher. Still, their expectations she felt to be tedious and exhausting. So, given the opportunity, she would be a child again. She loved to run wild between the houses of others, feeling her toes in the grass, a smile on her face. She grinned as she walked towards the window. As she approached the panes of glass and lifted the latch, far beyond she could see the many trees (homes) of the city of Killeurdrenn her home.

Killeurdrenn was the forest city of the First realm of the Elves. This was not to say that the realm was created first. Teacher had been clear on that point. It was instead the first of the three Elven realms that created a monarchy. The current Queen was Esmeralda Travanen though Galandria hadn't learnt much of her pre-decessors. She could not understand why none of them seemed to be related. Only Esmerelda had shapely features and dark hair under which lingered strange amber eyes, yet they all shared a distinct lack of ever taking a husband or wife (Save a couple of exceptions). The palace was directly in the centre of the city, though you wouldn't be able to tell. The city is the only fully established dwelling, which is the same set up in other realms. There are some makeshift towns; however they exist only as clusters of small dwellings, as home owners do what they can to provide for one another. All Elven lifestyle is built upon an overall sense of community, under the reigning monarchy.