Youth held its own innocence.  Every year the Kingdom celebrated the changing of seasons and the significance of the festival had been taught to him as it was all elven children.  And in being so young still the bitterness with which the adults spoke went right over most of their heads.  In truth this was an elven celebration that went back to before the humans had ever set foot on the land.  Then had come the great war, peace talks, and the eventual appropriation of the festivities into human culture as the oppression of elven people.  Yet too young was he to realize all of this and so to him it was just a happy time spent with his family and their community as they set up stalls in the promenade to hock their wares.  He had spent the early morning helping his Mother set up their stall but she had relieved him of his duties and allowed him to wonder off.  So curious was he that he didn't see the girl coming until it was too late.<br/><br/>Bumping into her, he managed to keep his footing even as she fell over.  His silvery brown hair was already dishevelled before he bumped into her and so looked no worse for wear.  He wore a dark blue robe that loosened but even then that was an easy fix.  The girl on the other hand had fallen on her butt, and fearful that she had ruined her good clothes, as that was what all the elves wore to such an occasion, he leaned forward and offered her his hand apologetically.  "Sorry.  Should have been paying more attention to where I was going," he said with an embarrassed smile.  Pale green eyes looked down on her and he felt himself blushing a little as he realized how beautiful she was.  Other than that he didn't really recognize her and so offered her no greater courtesy than he would have anyone else.