The minutes would seem to stretch on as the dark elf waited under the temperate mid-day sun. The breeze from the nearby ocean smelled and tastes of brine but is cool enough that a few sharp gusts easily penetrate Leeloo's coat and undershirt and make an otherwise warm but pleasant afternoon seem chilly.<br/><br/>There are few other pedestrians in the street at this hour, especially in the lower class burg in which she lived. It was a nice enough neighborhood, both human and elven architecture meeting in a strangely attractive mix of  elven organic curves and the bold lines humans preferred. It'd not always been like this, in fact it'd once been a human city but times had changed and so had the Cityscape, proving that in the end that time was the true ruler of the fair world and time demanded at this moment that most people be out making their wage rather than milling about in the cobblestone streets.<br/>,ll<br/>The sun slowly begins to sink lower in the horizon and the carriage becomes all the later. Gulls cry and people finally begin to file home in the late afternoon / early evening. Some are humans, some indentured wood elves passing by to their slums and even the rare occasional high elf who had not earned a higher place in society pass by. Despite all of their different races and creeds they all have one thing in common - they avoid Leeloo. It was quite obvious, insulting even. They gave her a wide birth and if they couldn't the passing pedestrians would instead avert their eyes and pick up their pace until they had passed. It may have been hundreds of years,  but the dark elves were once known for their sadistic hedonism and slave trading and continued to still be marked by their wicked past despite willing reform.<br/><br/>When the throng of pedestrians was at its thickest and the sound of their laughter and conversation began to buzz all around the clopping of hooves could be heard drawing around the corner. People stopped and stared,  some tilted their heads and others quite vocally expressed their awe or confusion as the richly appointed carriage came into view as well as the steeds pulling it. They were not flesh and bone equines,  their bodies were of steel or something close to it and their 'eyes' glowed purple with the strange arcane energy that animates their lifeless shells. The loud clop of steel on cobblestone continues to grow louder as it approaches the lone dark elf until the carriage finally comes to a stop near her sitting form.<br/><br/>The arcane constructs chuff and whinny like real horses as they stamp their hooves in a close imitation of impatience that only further serves to wow the small crowd gathering around the relic of a bygone age. The door to the carriage opens, revealing for a moment a posh interior with leather benches and silken upholstery before it is blocked by the even more impressive sight of a woman who stood nearly six and a half feet tall. Her skin was a dark ruddy brown like that of well tanned leather and despite the trappings of modern civilization on her in the form of a white silk doublet and a pair of expensive leather boots and pants that were nearly as dark as her, it was clear the woman was definitely not one of the indentured servants but a wood elf from their native island.<br/><br/>Her feral, almost feline like features form into a smile,  or her best imitation at one,  and she extends a strong hand to help the elf up off of her chest. “I will secure your things for you. Captain Ravenoak waits inside the carriage if you would. "the wind tussles her long,  braided mane of brown hair as she speaks , hints of those rumored sharp canines showing. Her eyes belly her hard look however, the dark amber orbs soft in expression. She wasn't judging Leeloo, simply doing her duty. When the dark elf does move the larger woman thefts the trunk easily and stows it away in a mostly hidden compartment in the carriage before gesturing once more for Leeloo to climb in and take the first step down a long road. Where would it lead?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>