[Kenkuroi Mithania]

Kenkuroi paused a moment upon Lyr's comments, just before he pushed open the decorated gates of the entrance leading towards the foreground of the giant tree, his facial expression contorted as if contemplating a responce.

"Actually I've only arrived not too long ago. I don't know for sure, who did all this though Mithania was .....well, great...sort off," .... there was some emphasis to the word 'was' as Ken shrugged his shoulders and led Lyr in.

The compound was huge, and the gigantic tree seemed even more massive this close up.The landscape was richly decorated with obvious elvish flair. Plants of all kinds, bloomed to life with summer flowers, hung around forming walls and snaking their way along the trail, some forming the trail itself, that lead under the gargantuan roots and boughs of the enourmous tree towards the inner courtyard of Syl'rosya's once grand center of music, dance and happy good times. Very close by, the Yavie'mela Falls can be heard pumping its contents and giving life to the crystal clear streams that accentuate the tranquil forest of the Elfhame. Moonwillow itself, was situated close to both waterfall and stream, and clearly can be accessed by water if there's ever a need to. As for Ken's statement of 'living on a tree', all Lyr had to do was look up to see the numerous 'rooms', pods extended between the massive branches, with bridges linking most of the branches, and to the spiral stairs that led down and about. And there weren't merely six or seven rooms either, there were many, possibly numbering to the hundreds even.

As the pair plus baby, made their approach, the tree appeared to be alive with small laughter and the chattering of elves in their native tongue, somewhere out of sight. Nearby, someone seemed to be tuning or practicing an instrument of sort, a harp to the trained ear, which abruptly stopped...... followed by a joyful squeal and in a serene voice, a loud call of "Morendil!"

It belonged to a female elf, who can now be seen emerging from behind a curtain of vines and running towards them, or towards Ken more specifically. She had the typical beauty and allure of her race, with unblemished milky white skin, smooth as butter, stunning green eyes with long flowing blonde hair, and a perfect body as her simple, thin gown discreetly revealed.

"Ed' Phedos, manke nae lle? Where have you been?!" she called out again, arms outstretched to welcome the half elf, only to stop mid way as a wave of horror surprise replaced joyful surprise on her features at the sight of the baby cuddled on the boy's chest.

"Wha- ? When? How? Who?" she stammered as she pointed at little Rose, then at Lyr, "Who is this? Who are you?" she asked gently.

"Morendil! Welcome home!," a more masculine voice, but not as deep or husky as Lyr's or even Kenkuroi's or Morendil as those elves were calling him, something the half elf had not bothered to inform Lyr, cut through quickly.

It belonged to a tall young looking elf whom was also emerging from behind the vines with a harp in one hand. Like his female counterpart, he was beautiful, handsome in a delicate way, boasting the same androgynous features Lyr's latest travelling companion had, though there was no hint of feminine behavior in the manner they carried themselves.

"Morendil, I am astounded! Just one cycle, and you return with a baby! Which lucky woman have you impregnated.... finally, and popped for you so soon by Camelya's thousand blessings indeed! And who is this fine, handsome Vagaran male you brought back? I didn't know you too have finally begun to indulge in such exquisite tastes!" the male elf jested, his voice silky smooth and charming, though annoying given the situation and choice of words he was wiping it on.