Joe
Deep in the Ombu forests, the serenity of the evening could not keep the village quiet. A path enveloped in arches led to a large redwood tree. Its trunk was hollow and a gate-like shape allowed one to enter. A spiral of wooden steps merged with its walls and reached their end atop the bark. The inside of it was dimly lit by lanterns that emitted majestic colors, visibly unnatural in essence. Once one reached the top, they'd be met with a pleasant surprise. Wooden bridges connected all the trees, where huts and stalls illuminated various warm colors. Children ran along the paths, adults chatted quietly in different groups and circles. Every now and then a dark or high elf passed by, yet the majority were wood and fae elves. The crowns of the trees were carefully nurtured in the form of walls around the village, keeping it hidden while also stopping the turbulent currents from spreading inside. Instead, a calm breeze tickled the warm weather onto the skin of folk around while crickets serenaded relaxing chirps.

Near the center of the town, where all bridges connected in a wide round podium, flaps of wings clapped loudly.
"No, no! I already give you all enough, this is for the people!" An elf grumbled while swinging his hands to and fro with hopes of getting rid of the swallows that swarmed about. His tone was soft albeit grumpy. He didn't seem old at all, yet elves were known for their young appearance either way. A relatively short merchant, he manned a stall that offered fruits in various color and shapes, all lined up in baskets on a wooden platform. Some glowed, some pulsated - they were exclusive harvests that no other nation in Ramul Ta could offer. The trader crossed his hands, sighing irritatedly.
Tyrone
A white mop of hair ambled through the lively bridges crisscrossing the cavernous hallow of the great redwood tree. Hovering a mere inch above the thick, mossy ground, the mop swayed and swung below a pair of spiny, thorn-like articles in which a contrasting black crow sat between. It was a figure of strange eminence, where the shroud of white meshed with the briefest of glances painted an image of gangling, flowing limbs. Those curt enough to stare openly, usually the children, saw plainly the girl underneath, but the keen and the curiously aimless saw a more ominous undertone to the blatant, glaringly white stranger, for the arches of the village flocked with crows while she passed beneath, and perched among their houses as she passed. Be it misfortune for the newcomer or for the bystanders within was a conclusion for the eye of the beholder. 

In the center of the town, the crowd split before the intruder in white. Even the crickets quieted at her approach, though a less superstitious eye would see the new onslaught of birds were merely eating up the competition. Catching sight of the glowing, colorful shapes, the figure inched over, apparently deterred by the many probing eyes, and stood to the side of the elf's stall. Reaching out the white curtain, a little hand holding a little coin slid a single silver atop the counter.
"A fruit?" Pale blue eyes peered out from the split in the swath of white hair.
Joe
It did not come as a surprise to Caw, most probably, that she received some stares. While it was mainly children who did so, the courage of some adults defeated their manners as well. As the silence deafened the playful chants of those around, the elf arched a brow in a confused fashion. His eyes darted towards the protruding hand offering coin. If Caw looked inside, she'd see a figure that loomed over the stall and its offered beverages. He creased his forehead at her request and turned. Oddly, his stature dropped a few heads lower once he circled around. He neared the outlandish woman in a delicate stroll. He was... Much shorter in comparison. A proudly hoisted chest flaunted the thin silk robe that enveloped him, one which's green blended with the forest flawlessly. Golden elements stemmed from it in the shape of his collar, resembling a laurel wreath. Despite the grouchy expression on his face, the merchant was well groomed and properly maintained, exuding a sweet peach aroma. The tiny man who stood about four feet tall grasped the curtain before he drew it aside.

By doing so he revealed the rich assortment of fruits at his disposal. The trader crushed his hand into a fist and coughed into it. After that he placed both hands on his hips and inspected the lady.

*"Welcome to the Glowing Peach!"* He exclaimed somewhat eloquently. *"I am Erric. Erric Springdale."* The elf pressed an open palm against his chest before bowing courteously. *"The family of Springdale is widely known for our wonderful fruit yields! Thus, it would dishonor me to simply give you a... **'fruit'**, madam. Would you please describe to me what your preference is? Who are you buying this for? Would you like the taste to melt in your mouth with a robust aftertaste? Or do you prefer the intense, piquant options? Anything you'd like, we have it here in plenty!"* He sprung his hand out towards the display and finished the hasty array of questions. His hazel eyes followed her lips intently in preparation for her answer.
Tyrone
Watching as the elf displayed his wares with a flourish of impeccable manner and sparkling charisma, the girl gaped at the array with sparkling eyes, her coin left forlorn on the table as she pointed excitedly towards the brightest fruits in the bunch.
"Shiny! For me." She replied with an eager smile. Jostled by her excitement, the crow atop her head squawked with a beat of ebony wings. While she bounced in place, a jump and a skip in her step, the murder of crows that had nestled throughout the wood elves' home cried out in kind, their echos carried down the whole length of the redwood, the rustle of wings a foreboding facsimile of the familiar rustling of leaves.