<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/11PnP6B.jpg?1)</div><br/>Alice's Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1792578)<br/><br/>"Halfsie," was her nickname, and likely that of many others of her kind in the elven homeland. Sometimes said out of affection, other times derision, Alice wore it as a point of pride. Trained in the church of Calistria her elven mother entertained human clients during her journeys beyond the wooded glades. The dalliances gave birth to her sister Michelle and later Alice herself, a mixture of blood granting a shorter life yet the advantages of assimilating into the wider world beyond their borders. That her own existence was but a sapling grown for a purpose did not bother her much; she was destined to make her mark on the world, and the Wasp Queens were kindred souls of the Savored Sting. That the wasps did not sting her as she reached for the door was proof enough.<br/><br/>"My my, this is quite the scenic room," Alice said as she took in the tree-house's interior. "Ah, and that sundress goes well with your complexion, Guildmistress Arala!"<br/><br/>Alice gave the customary elven greeting of clasping hands pointed towards the floor, a recognition of the earth's bounty and all the treasures which sustain the elven existence.<br/><br/>"Is this a private meeting, or are we expecting more guests? I'll be willing to help prepare the festivities if so."<br/><br/><em>On second thought, I may be laying it on a little thick,</em>Alice thought to herself.<em>But it's far better to flatter than to antagonize!</em>