[Kenkuroi Mithania]

Late Brightening, First Cycle of Cryxatum, Era II of the Celestine Mandate, XIV Era PF.

Silrosia.... or Syl'rosya as it was better known among the locals, the elves in particular, the famed Elfhame, regarded as a stronghold for the Syl'rosyan elves similar to how the undergrounds of Vortex were to their Vysstichi cousins. It was a refreshing change of sight from the dusty, sandy roads of the Arakmat province and the bleak, dirty, crumbling walls of Imperia, a city still recovering from the meteor attacks just a few seasons back. Silrosia in comparison was ripe green, its lush woodlands maturing just in time for the summer. Despite the welcome change, Kenkuroi was sighing endlessly as he led the human male through the Tawnleaf, another part of Silrosia’s thick forest.

When they first left Imperia for Silrosia, the half elf had been quite talkative, chatting up Lyr with almost every topic imaginable, though mostly he had talked about himself. "You know why elves are called tree huggers?" Ken had once asked the human. "Cause they live on trees! Seriously, my house is a tree!" he laughed sarcastically. But ever since Silrosia came into view, the half elf fell silent, responding to Lyr with only minimal talk or merely grunting in reply.

Baby Rose was wrapped in a makeshift bundle, slung across the chest of the half elf. She was fast asleep; no doubt exhausted after the long brightening’s walk and that little tantrum she had thrown half way along the journey.

"If you see a giant tree, that's my home," Ken called out to Lyr impassively, his tone suggesting sarcasm, for sure enough, unless Lyr was suddenly blinded by beautiful sceneries, this giant tree the youth was referring to was well, standing at around three hundred feet and requiring a ring of elves to hug, had to be considered as gigantic indeed and was near impossible to miss..... unless again, Lyr had seen bigger, or perhaps he had a different definition of 'gigantic'.

"It’s called Moonwillow...." the half elf sighed as they approached its beautifully carved entrance, after much twisting and turning beneath the canopy of trees.


ooc: with permission from GM Ragman