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The colors of dawn spread out across the evergreen land as the sun mslowly climbed the sky. The river that pressed through the forest bubbled and gurgled with life, as it poured over rocks and pebbles. Water lilies floated along their course, their sweet aroma filling the air. Aerismera seemed peaceful, though there was a slight feelign of panic. A slim, yet tall, figure crouched upon the branch of a tree that stood beside the river. The tree was an oddity of sorts, one particularly favored by the elves of Aerismera. At the center, three branches protruded in different directions, while, farther towards the top, branches fell in a willow tree form. It kept her slightly concealed, though, one with a good eye would be able to tell her presence, if they couldn't through her energy.
She looked young, not much older than 24, if one was to go by human aging. However, elves were immortal, and looks were decieving. Though she was young by elven standards as well. At 200 years of age, she was in her prime. She had ruled Aerismera for 100 years of peace. Though, that peace was being threatened now. her green eyes darkened at the thought of the vile creature who dared threaten the lives of her people.
A strand of wavey brown hair fell from it's tied back position, helping to frame her already defined and elongated face. Her pale skin and rose flushed cheeks were common in her family line, as well as with the people. Delicate fingers grasped the branch supporting her tightly. Gracefully, she swumg herself down from the branch to now stand by the base. Walking forward now towards the river, she brushed the willow branches out of her way.
In better sight now, one could she she was dressed in trainign attire. Her long legs covered by a long skirt, though her torso was covered in battle armor. A small dagger was held in her belt. Amaranth disliked having to carry a weapon with her where she walked, though it was for her's and the people's saftey that she did so. So, in order to not frighten the creatures the elves dwelled with, and also loved, she chose to carry a small dagger, that was concealable. Her true weapon was a carefully crafted sword that was made by the finest craftsmen to walk the planet. That sword lay within her dwelling, carefully protected.
Standing by the water, her fingers brushed through it. She, like most elves, loved nature, and strove to be outside and with it as much as possible. Amaranth knew the pain that the forest suffered when one of their own was cut down or slain. That is why most elves onyl take the minimal of what they need, not the maximum. The queen closed her fist on the water and then liftted her hand once again. Turning her head slightly, she pointed her fingers lightly at a small flower, through unspoken words the flower began to grow and bloom, revealing a beautiful combination of white petals tipped with pink spalshes of color.
The colors of dawn spread out across the evergreen land as the sun mslowly climbed the sky. The river that pressed through the forest bubbled and gurgled with life, as it poured over rocks and pebbles. Water lilies floated along their course, their sweet aroma filling the air. Aerismera seemed peaceful, though there was a slight feelign of panic. A slim, yet tall, figure crouched upon the branch of a tree that stood beside the river. The tree was an oddity of sorts, one particularly favored by the elves of Aerismera. At the center, three branches protruded in different directions, while, farther towards the top, branches fell in a willow tree form. It kept her slightly concealed, though, one with a good eye would be able to tell her presence, if they couldn't through her energy.
She looked young, not much older than 24, if one was to go by human aging. However, elves were immortal, and looks were decieving. Though she was young by elven standards as well. At 200 years of age, she was in her prime. She had ruled Aerismera for 100 years of peace. Though, that peace was being threatened now. her green eyes darkened at the thought of the vile creature who dared threaten the lives of her people.
A strand of wavey brown hair fell from it's tied back position, helping to frame her already defined and elongated face. Her pale skin and rose flushed cheeks were common in her family line, as well as with the people. Delicate fingers grasped the branch supporting her tightly. Gracefully, she swumg herself down from the branch to now stand by the base. Walking forward now towards the river, she brushed the willow branches out of her way.
In better sight now, one could she she was dressed in trainign attire. Her long legs covered by a long skirt, though her torso was covered in battle armor. A small dagger was held in her belt. Amaranth disliked having to carry a weapon with her where she walked, though it was for her's and the people's saftey that she did so. So, in order to not frighten the creatures the elves dwelled with, and also loved, she chose to carry a small dagger, that was concealable. Her true weapon was a carefully crafted sword that was made by the finest craftsmen to walk the planet. That sword lay within her dwelling, carefully protected.
Standing by the water, her fingers brushed through it. She, like most elves, loved nature, and strove to be outside and with it as much as possible. Amaranth knew the pain that the forest suffered when one of their own was cut down or slain. That is why most elves onyl take the minimal of what they need, not the maximum. The queen closed her fist on the water and then liftted her hand once again. Turning her head slightly, she pointed her fingers lightly at a small flower, through unspoken words the flower began to grow and bloom, revealing a beautiful combination of white petals tipped with pink spalshes of color.