Thread: Reverence and Decree

The elf had grown unsettled with the lack of a response from the council. It wasn't like her people to let such a grievous act to go silently. Growing agitated with them, her anger soon began to stir. Elves were well known for their patience but Ellifain wasn't in such a mood. Even as she stood there her people were being tortured and used, then callously discarded to become someone's pet or bauble. Several younger than Ellifain had gone missing and the images that flashed through her mind at their potential fates stirred an echo of a rage as deep as the forest's calm. Deciding she couldn't abide the stifling hush that had fallen over the forest any longer, she gathered her things and prepared to make for Izari's sister forest of Amir and see what further she could uncover about the disappearances and inform her people of what had occurred. She knew this was pretty much a slap in the councils face. It was their job to inform the other cities of any potential threats to them, however none had deemed to do so. Ellifain took a simple view on the situation. It was her story to tell and she wouldn't suffer another to endure as she had. It was a rash decision born of anger but she was determined to follow it through, even knowing it was well outside of her usual character. Checking to see that she had everything she needed, she shouldered her bag and her bow in its sleeve. Then adjusted the longswords that hung at her side and set off. She knew there was a danger in going to Amir. It was just outside the castle walls. The closest forest there and only a half a days journey for an elf of fleet footing. Ellifain made no bones with her departure and set out for the forests of Amir at once. Later that afternoon as dusk began to descend, she had traveled a great distance into the forest, edging the sentry posts that she knew of there. She stuck mainly to a trail left unoccupied for human use, skirting it clear of sight but running parallel to it. Entering closer to the heart of the forest she took to the treetops with a nimbleness and agility born of over a century's practice. Running the dense canopy of the forest she made not a sound as she moved across the branches and from tree to tree. As the sun began its final glow, Ellifain noticed something out of the corner of her eye and paused, then doubled back to investigate. Someone had set a fire in the forest, that being what had caught her attention. Moving back fearing it to be a wildfire, Ellifain was relieved to know it was only a campfire. Slightly disgusted to find a young woman sitting there, clearly human, she paused and silently observed her. Something about her nagged at a memory, like a word on the tip of a tongue that cant be placed. As she sat there pondering it, it slowly dawned on her who she was looking at. Her eyes went wide as she recalled the description of Princess Emily. One of the guards often spoke of her as if she were a crown jewel. Ellifain had realized the man was sweet on the young woman and knew from his many recounts of her that there was no mistaking who this woman was. The man practically worshiped the woman, describing every detail down to the lock of red hair. Ellifain's face twisted into a snarl. Every fiber in her screamed for her to kill the woman but something stayed her hand. Instead she found herself reaching to pluck her bag from her shoulder. Opening it up on the branch beneath her feet, she looked inside and frowned slightly. Inside were various foods and small medicines that one typically took on travels along with the cloth for polishing down her blades and an extra bow string. Grabbing the bowstring and cloth she thought to herself, This will do, but for all the reasoning couldn't figure out just what for. Slipping from the tree she began to slowly circle around the woman until her back was exposed to the elven maiden, never once making a sound.