Anira was sitting in her borrowed room in a rough castle made of rough cut stone pilled only a hundred or so years ago. It was a human castle and so far different than the building she was used to at home, pearlized wood seeming carved from a single stump with great spires and bridges spanning a collection of rivers and ponds. It was a home she would miss dearly now that she was to be leaving forever, traveling across the human land to enter White Elf territory as a bride.  The basis of the treaty her father and the White Elf King had made was not something she would have chosen for herself but it was not something she could refuse. The Tree Elves had  been at war for hundreds of years,  longer than any human kingdom had been around, and while they had not lost any ground and little resources it was clear by now that the war would gain nothing for either kingdom. The White Elves were fantastic fighters, as  good with a blade as they were with tactics, but the Ash Tree Elves were protected by deep magic and a connection with the forest in which they lived and the White Elves had found it impossible to march on very far. This mixed with the guerilla tactics used by the tribalized Jungle Elves who had joined the kingdom a century earlier had created a war where chaos reigned and no one got anywhere. Even the White Elf King had to admit the war was useless; Anira imagined he  simply had decided to try his luck elsewhere.<br/><br/>The human land, going by a name she didn’t remember, had agreed to act as a neutral ground for the two elvish clans to meet. It was rather useful as they both needed somewhere to go and despite  her knowledge that the human’s acted only out of selfishness, wanting good relations, she still appreciated it. On human land she could be with her family, specifically her grandfather whom she adored more than anyone. He was an old Jungle Elf Chief, his skin a dark brown and his hair cut short  as many of them did. While her mother had looked decidedly more Ash Tree Elf Anira had taken some of her grandfather’s traits, lavender eyes and soft brown hair,  and had a skin tone unique to both, being slightly tanned yet almost luminescent like her father’s.  She was unique for sure but now it seemed as if her beauty was going to come back to bite her. Anira…desired. Damn. She turned as a knock came, a servant opening the door to allow Vasile, her grandfather in.<br/><br/>“Grandfather.” Anira smiled and stood, moving over to wrap her arms about the man’s neck.<br/><br/>“Filidhrentithiel.” He hugged her back, using the name he had given her when she was young meaning ‘little wise bird.’ She had been a small child and  even now she stood at only 5 feet, several inches shorter than almost all other  Ash Tree Elves, with  a delicate seeming frame. It was hard to imagine how good she was with a bow and climbing but sometimes smaller women were better. “They are about to arrive.” He spoke softly but Anira felt herself freeze anyway; she had not expected them till later. “You should change as I don’t imagine they will want to chat much…business like I hear.”<br/><br/>“Yes grandfather.”<br/>