Due to the direction of the winds at the moment, Wellsie could not remain hidden inside her home even had she wanted to.  The atrocious stench courtesy of the addle-brained gnome would have successfully flushed even the most hardened of creatures out of hiding.  The sudden appearance of the Elf and the subsequent dialogue between the two outside of her abode had not escaped her superior senses as she prepared for her journey.  She'd done well over the years in keeping herself seperate from the happenings of both the mortal and the magical beings who shared these lands and it was quite irritating that in a matter of a single day, all her evasiveness would end in a confrontation after all.   The blame,  she decided, lay entirely with her mother and she had every intention of<em> thanking her properly for it too.</em><br/><br/>" Unhand the gnome, Elf." Wellsie said as she walked casually out of the cave's entrance , her magical horn nearly glowing with unfathomable power and her ice bue eyes sparkling with mirth.  Her melodious voice  sounded intentionally bored and unconcerned-<em>which she truly was.</em>" Now that you've got my attention what exactly are you doing here - other than disrupting my solitude that is?"