|
Jan'thor did wonder in the back of his mind how the elf before him of mixed origin had survived for so long in the city without be cast into the Forest of Light to become a victim of its maze for an eternity. Had time passed for so long that his race and the people of the city forget to keep it strictly Esh'lahier based and fae/dark fae based?
Though it didn't matter, they were in the outskirts of the city, the entrance now revealed, for once one knew how to navigate the trials, one could always re-find his place to the city.
"Then we shall move before the darkening commences, I feel like we've been talking for an eternity." The aged elf had a sense of humor. In his patterns, he had a sense of eternity and though it did not begin to bore him, he often grew tired.
"The pool I heard can bring dreams. Only the lucky can see it and drink from its body, as a privilege granted by the Forest of Light... Do you dream, Selegon?" The elf asked with inquisitive eyes.
|