In the trees high above, Umi bit her full, autumn leaf red lower lip not to giggle.  Humans were silly looking, cartoonish creatures, lumbering about half blind, even in broad daylight, much less the brilliant light of the moon.  She balanced smoothly on the high boughs, not even bothering to steady herself with one hand as the wind lightly rocked the branches.<br/><br/>She wore a green and brown peasent blouse, low on her stupendous cleevage, and a very short leather skirt.  The more of her woody skin showed the better, after all, what artificial thing could possibly camoflouge a wood elf better than her own skin?