<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br/><br/>Born of two worlds Fern had been called elf by humans, human by elves; part of,  but never belonging to, either.  Fern had learned early to rely upon yourself; for people, be they elf or human, would betray her.  Regardless she had to trust now.<br/><br/>Decide quickly, who do you trust?<br/><br/>The sudden appearance of the howling trio from the woods brought decision to the forefront.  The eyes of the male, hot as they rake across her lent her speed of action.  Slipping behind Draque, away from the burning eyes of the newly arrrived man, Fern clings to the material at his shoulder, sheltering her body against his.  Her general cheeky nature subdued and afraid.  She did not have to feign reliance upon Draque; good, bad or in different, he was all she knew now of safety, of home.