Near her home, Honalassiel had been sitting underneath a large sycamore tree, and playing her flute. Her hair was as red as the autumn leaves that fell from the trees. It was put into a high ponytail, and has a braid wrapped around to hold it in place. Her eyes were a bright copper and were slightly darker than her lightly tanned skin. She had the pointy ears that one would see with an elf, and her face is an oval shape but with high, defined cheek bones. She appeared to be quite young, possibly into early adulthood. She was wearing brown cuffs that appear to have been made of worn leather. She had a dark brown, sleeveless tunic, a knee length brown skirt, yellow tights, and brown boots that went to her calves. She also had a satchel on her back that was carrying her bow and arrows. Beside her, a wild deer had been content with listening to the elf play her melodies. Soon, she had stopped playing, and the deer had retreated back into the depths of the forest.<br/><br/>Soon she saw a human approach her in the clearing. Cautious, she put her flute down and placed her hand on a knife that was hidden in her skirt. He didn't appear to be a threat, but rather, he seemed to enjoy her music. She hadn't seen many humans around in the short two hundred years that she had been living, and she certainly hadn't seen any approach her like this human had.He had began asking her on where she had learned how to play, but he stopped and introduced himself to her. Wearily, she kept her eyes on him. He certainly wasn't like the humans she had encountered before. Most of them were lost travelers, and she would simply put them on the right path. Most humans were afraid of her, but why wasn't this one? It was very confusing to her.<br/><br/>"Honalassiel, wood elf, and guardian of the Forest of Kromsel," she replied simply, "May I ask what you are doing in these parts? I don't get many humans traveling through unless they are lost."