I sat back and looked at the low buildings moving past. They were all wooden structures, no more than two stories tall. I remembered Everhome as a glorious place of beauty. Tall towers reached for the sky, intermingled with trees. Elves, the very definition of grace, moved about the streets of Everhome.
Elves are aware of their surroundings.
They would never stand around and let a cart bear down on them, like that fool standing ahead of us. Uh, hang about, Mr. Baggins. Social interaction might appear to be a simple task, but I assure you, there are subtle complexities involved in communicating with others. One must strive toward a goal, without revealing too much information. I kept this in mind as I approached an attractive young woman.