If the young Elf were to look up after she landed, she would see the owner of that particular house walking out on to the balcony she had been occupying only moments earlier, yawning and stretching as he did so. As with all Elves, it was difficult to tell whether he was ancient and had lived for hundreds of years or whether he was simply a younger man below one hundred, but that was the way of things among Elves. One never knew and it was considered extremely impolite to ask.<br/><br/>The street Kizzaylen found herself in was a rather residential one, but of course she most likely knew this already. It was in the richer area of the city, more towards the center and away from the walls that protected the great city. Within this particular area many trees still stood. It was the same throughout much of the city, but in richer residential areas such as this one it was far more prevalent. Richer Elves tended to be more magical or had the means to hire magical people, and as such they were known to pretty up their living areas as much as they could.<br/><br/>If Kezzie were to look around, she would have many directions to choose from. There was still quite a long time before most Elves that weren't out having fun bedded down, so she had quite a few hours to kill before finding herself another place to sleep at night. This particular house was located at a T-intersection. Directly in front of her was one path leading away from the residential area and towards the markets, while to her left and right more residential area awaited, although if she were to look she would see that this was only a very small area of that kind. To the left the inner city could be seen, buildings towering above those of every other part of the city, and to the right two more branching streets could be seen, but what they led to was still a mystery to the young Elf.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>