(http://209.85.62.26/5941/107/upload/p7597621.jpg)<br/><br/><br/>Arthfell Forest. This was a place visited by Tiavnesti many a time since she left the elven lands of Kyonin, began the life of an adventurer, and commited herself to the defense of The Green outside of her homelands. Much had happened here and her first memories made her smile and shake her head in mirth.<br/><br/>There she was, running through the forest to beat a rival gang of adventurers to a collection of relics in order to avoid imprisonment because of some confusion over a dagger with a very minor enchantment. But to those she traveled with, that little blade may as well have been an artifact of miraculous power.<br/><br/>Eventually, she parted ways with them and worked on her own to frighten off loggers from a different patch of this same forest. Again, she smiled. Perhaps it was mean, but the mischievous way she used her magical connection with nature to conjure up fogs and coax plants from the ground to confuse and snare the humans was always funny to her. Her gnomish friends back in Kyonin loved the tale and she enjoyed the telling.<br/><br/>But after that, things got grim. She could remember the first time she neared the town of Falcon's Hollow... How disgusted she was to see just how hurtful and ungrateful humankind could be towards the green world. They took without replenishing. Took without a care for those who lived in the shade of the countless trees they cut down. It was sad, but those humans brought their fate upon themselves.<br/><br/>Even though the fey that butchered so many of them in that sick, fake carnival were manipulated and corrupted, it was a stern lesson to those responsible for the devastation in Darkmoon Vale. But it saddened her to know that the fey...a people that considered her to one of their own had been tainted so...and that the humans could be so predatory upon the land as to inspire such acts of vengeance. She could remember meeting the fey leader and would never forget the sadness in her as she pleaded for help in stopping her people from murdering those loggers and further tainting themselves.<br/><br/>And now...the present day. After so many things occurred in this land, it was time to leave for a time. Kyonin called to her, as did the Guardians of the Green. She had much news to share with her organization and her heart needed to be immersed in that magical place. Funny thing, though... She always wound up taking detours.<br/><br/>This one was due to an encounter with savage lycanthropes that led to some unexpected company in the form of a strange, beautiful sorceress and her powerful bodyguard. Well aware that the the pair would land themselves into far more trouble while they were so deep into the forest, she offered to guide them through safely until they reached their destination. And it was during this journey that she came to feel a bit of fondness towards them both. More and more, she found herself tempted to take slower paths as they were not even a week away from their goal.<br/><br/>She hadn't of course...but with each passing hour, the urge grew stronger. She had to return to Kyonin and yet...they could not be brought into the elven lands. At least, not beyond Greengold. But...would they even be willing to venture so far just to spend more time with her?<br/><br/>It was strange. She loved and devoted herself more to nature than anything and was never lonely when surrounded by the green world. It was all she would ever need in life... right?<br/><br/>No. That was a lie. As intimate a relationship as she had with nature, she still needed companionship from others...still reminisced on those faces in her past. Though the needs were less strong in her than in most, she still had them.<br/><br/>None of it really showed, though. It was truly minor to her. Her face was a picture of serenity and contentment for as they walked in the forest, she was in the embrace of her first true love...nature itself.<br/><br/>Despite her native forests being far away, she looked to be perfectly at home in this one as she stood on the tips of her toes, and whispered to a tree that rose above her. It answered her by gently dropping its fruits into the palms of her slender hands. Gracious thanks left her pouty crimson lips in soothing and elegant Sylvan words and she gently brushed her fingers against the wood of its trunk for a moment.<br/><br/>Clad in a graceful, yet revealing white halter and open sarong and bathed in rays of sunlight that shone through the afternoon canopy, she nearly looked to be as the fey she was so close to. Her sheer garb did nothing to hide the soft and supple curves of her lithe, athletic figure. In truth, it only served to emphasize her rounded hips, pert breasts, and shapely bottom and legs as the light breeze around them all blew against her fabrics.<br/><br/>Exotic, bright white tattoos of patterns and plants both Elven and Varisian swirled and entangled themselves over her lower forearms to her hands...her neck down to her back and over her right hip, and from her lower shins to the tops of her petite feet. And the leg slits in her sarong revealed a birthmark in the shape of an elven flower low on her left hip.<br/><br/>Her hair was pulled up into a strange mess of silver and brown curls and streaks with the aid of tiny vines and a flower wreath and her feet were adorned with sandals that looked to have been made from leaves and strong roots.<br/><br/>Joyous eyes of a deep blue-green fell onto the pair when she turned and her step was nimble and graceful as she approached them with the fruits she'd gathered for a snack. Common left her lips this time as she spoke of the food, "You don't need to peel the skin off of these. They're actually more delicious and filling with it on. Here."