The young female tilted her head to the side as she noticed the strange craft. Her long ears wiggled with curiosity as she easily kneeled on the tree branch. Her long pale blonde hair was free of its braid, framing her doll like face. Her eyes were a clear blue but a little too big as she looked around and jumped to the ground. She winced slightly as a slight twinge of pain shut up her ankle. The young elf wasn’t very tall. She wasn’t the prettiest but she never minded that. No, she was happy the way she was. There wasn’t anything she could do about it anyway.
Milfa crept toward the craft, her hand poking and pressing her fingers against it. She obviously had no idea what it exactly was. She circled it, the staff strapped loosely against her back as other assorted small weapons dangled from her belt. She frowned, looking around her. This was her home, her world. The few visitors who had come here had told her people that this play was like a dream. She supposed it was, even at night. At night was when everything glowed and the ground looked like the sky above her.
A small creature crept out of her top, wrapping itself around her neck. She sighed softly and removed the middle piece from her outfit, dropping it on the ground. She wore a two piece hide suit. Her boots were made of a similar material as she leaned forward, testing the strength of the craft.
“Never saw… strange… right?” she asked the pet around her next. Milfa’s pattern of speech was a struggled one. She had never learned to talk properly, often times mixing up more than two or three languages together. “Visitor?”
She tilted her head.
“Visitor? Oh Visitor?”
Milfa crept toward the craft, her hand poking and pressing her fingers against it. She obviously had no idea what it exactly was. She circled it, the staff strapped loosely against her back as other assorted small weapons dangled from her belt. She frowned, looking around her. This was her home, her world. The few visitors who had come here had told her people that this play was like a dream. She supposed it was, even at night. At night was when everything glowed and the ground looked like the sky above her.
A small creature crept out of her top, wrapping itself around her neck. She sighed softly and removed the middle piece from her outfit, dropping it on the ground. She wore a two piece hide suit. Her boots were made of a similar material as she leaned forward, testing the strength of the craft.
“Never saw… strange… right?” she asked the pet around her next. Milfa’s pattern of speech was a struggled one. She had never learned to talk properly, often times mixing up more than two or three languages together. “Visitor?”
She tilted her head.
“Visitor? Oh Visitor?”