An elf comes to stay (angmor and elaniver)

[selicia]

In the distance a white horse was seen. Ridding the horse was a beauty unmatched except from other elves. Selicia rode with great skill and determination. The elf had made the decision to go to the Vrden and assist there war effort. She was excellently skilled in Magic and swordplay. And her frail body was the opposite of the truth. She could out match any human in a duel but she knew she could learn much from there race. They were short lived and full of passion. The Elves were once like them. Then the Dragon riders came and nothing would be the same again. Her mate had been a dragon rider. He had fought against the forsworn at Illeria and had died there. She had mourned his passing ever since. She wore a blue diamond around her neck, full with energy, that he had given her before he had left for battle. On her index finger of her right hand was a family ring. That to was stored with energy. Her new sword on her right hip that had been made just a few weeks ago.

Selicia leapt of her white stallion and in the ancient language told him to follow her. The horse did as she had asked him and followed just behind him.People were staring at the elf,most of them would never of seen one before, her beauty attracted the men and the woman were attracted for the mystery of her. She knew the story of an elf would not stay quite long and some one would come and meet her. Her green cloak was annoying her so she unbuckled it to show trousers and a top. Gasps as she was wearing the clothes of a man. The elves never distinguished with sex. She carried on through the camp until she heard moans of pain. She followed them until she found a man who had been injured from a sword. She picked him up and carried him to a bench. She laid him down and , in the ancient language, said a few words. She had healed him.
"Thank you, my lady." Said the man
"You are welcome my friend, just get something to eat then rest." She replied.

She was becoming impatient and was wondering where someone was who would greet her. She had just healed a man and rode the length of Alegasia. Surely some one would notice that.

Elves were not known for there patience.

Quite the opposite actually. They were all impatient creatures that would bite your head of. Well she was like that anyway.

Selicia stood in the centre of the camp waiting for someone to greet her.

[Elanzaros]

Elaniver stood in the glaring sun that encompassed all of Surda, gazong around the central point of the camp with an attempt at interest lingering on his face. He wasnt really stading, more of leaning against the walls of one of the many buildings in the city of Aberon. He had finished sparring for the day, done his usual exersizes, gone on a run across the vast expance of uninhabited desert and had returned to simply lean against a wall with nothing to do, what-so-ever. As he watched the various members of the Varden and the civilians of Surda rush about their daily buisness he saw a new commer enter the very centre of the small courtyard. She didnt look human. Mostly because she could easily pass as the most beautiful thing Elaniver had ever seen. He watched her graceful figure gaze around impatiently he stepped forward, clearly she wasnt overly important if no one had come to greet her as she rode in. Therefore he thought that he might as well meet the elf.

Greetings," he said with a broad smile as he walked up to her, his war hammer dangling from his belt and almost touching the floor. "My name is Elaniver Addrodoc, 'The Game'. Who might you be?" As a race greeting anpother race he thought that it was fairly pathetic. But he wasnt going to rush around for anyone just because they were an elf. There had to be an incredibly good reason why Elaniver would run around for someone, and even if there was one he wouldnt always do it.