"Me? Let me think...I'm born on this world, obviously. I was born on the continent south of here, in an enclave of elves. I wanted to do something...did you know that our people holding the citadels destroyed the portals on their end after we went through? Divinations even say that some of them are<em>still</em>holding out on the other side. And<em>they</em>don't have divine magic to aid them." Lina went silent for a moment, and Annella had gone still in the tree above as she listened, and Lina washed the dishes slowly. "It's...hard to describe. You're only half-elven. I'm sorry if that seems callus...but our people are a refugee race. We encountered the hordes first, and have been driven back one painful world at a time. Our gods have given us a fertility completely at odds to our lifespans, almost as great of that as humans, as if we were<em>born</em>to be thrown into the fight. Sometimes...it haunts me."