The danger was known all too well to<a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/Na6RI24.jpg"><span style="color: #87CEFA">Aravae</span></a>, or rather the potential for it. As much as she wasn’t well versed in the ways of battle and fighting, being more of a diplomat herself, she still wasn’t so naïve as to believe the humans had sent so many ships to their land in a position of peace. It was far more likely that they were there as a means to conquer and pillage. And her people were not prepared for that.<br/><br/>Even if they had fled from the beginning how far would they have gotten before the humans had been upon them? Who would they have turned to in their hour of need? The dark elves? Those that they had turned their noses up toward because there were viewed as unclean in their eyes? The Dwarves? They lived hiding in caves and caverns which was no place for a light elf to thrive. Away from the sun and moonlight, away from the ocean and free flowing waters, away from the leaves and grass and flowers. Sure they would be away from the madness that the humans would likely bring forth but for how long? Hiding in caves would be a slow death to a light elf. The orcs would be no better, but at least they’re trained constantly for events such as this. They’d be their best hope of survival but they were entirely territorial and not all that inclined to offer assistance.<br/><br/>Aravae was lost in thought as Feron spoke. Her lightly slippered feet were tucked up on the chair as she held her knees to her chest. It wasn’t very appropriate to sit like that, but she felt she thought better that way, so there were many times she’d curl up on one of her chairs, lounges, or bed in order to think out her problems while lost in the midst of her mind. It wasn’t often she’d do so in front of others but Feron was a special case. She had grown very… close… to the captain of her personal guards. And he to her in turn, despite the union being frowned upon by her elder due to their differing status.<br/><br/>Long lashes curtained whitish-blue eyes that were a match for Feron’s. In fact his were more like the clear, tropical ocean they lived by whereas hers were more like the sky with wisps of thin cloud covering over them. Incredibly long strands of hair, the color of pale flax seeds, fell down at either side of her, as she chewed her bottom lip and furrowed her brow in discerning. It wasn’t until Feron was standing before her and speaking to her directly that she finally heard him and blinked, glancing up at him for the first time.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BA55D3">“You know that I cannot leave. Not yet. Not until all of our people are safe. What kind of face would I be should I flee before the rest and leave them to the wiles of the humans? You know that better than anyone Feron.”</span>She didn’t mean to sound condescending, but it was the truth, and one thing the two of them shared above all else was the ideal of honesty between one another, no matter how it may sound.<br/><br/>She uncurled her form from her softly cushioned chair, and set her feet on the ground, gracefully standing to move herself closer to her secret companion.<span style="color: #BA55D3">“We shall stay here until it becomes absolutely necessary to do otherwise. We have to hold out hope that we can win this potential risk with fortitude and diplomacy.”</span>Delicate fingers reached up to lightly touch his face, her smaller frame having to stand up on tiptoes to reach his lips with hers. Even by their standards she was lithe and fair. A look of frailty that hid her inner strength.<br/><br/>Aravae smiled at Feron when she pulled back and looked up into his eyes.<span style="color: #BA55D3">“Have faith my love. The world has not ended yet. We still yet have the possibility to prevent disaster.”</span>