<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/Blood_Elf_mage_by_Guibb_zpsf4c65e40.jpg)</div>Cynthia Moonfang was young for an elf. She was only eighty years old, which by elf standards made them treat her as if she was some impudent teenager. A lot of Cynthia's opinions, and criticisms of elven culture, were not welcome by her betters. The other students, even those that were her own age tended to look down at her. Cynthia didn't mind it, it only strengthened her contempt for the other elves. The elves were snotty and dismissive of 'lesser' races, and Cynthia knew it was just a defense mechanism so nobody would realize how weak and silly they were.<br/><br/>Cynthia was young when she was chosen by Luna. She was sexually active right upon reaching sexual maturity; either because of Luna's touch, or that lust is what drew Luna to her. Cynthia was never sure, and saw no reason to question it. She was happy with her elven suitors, with their pomp and showboating, with their concern for being gentle and comfortable. It was all she knew, and it was all fine -- until she was taken by a human warrior. The man was gruff, aggressive, and masculine. It opened her eyes to a whole new world of passion and strength, of new techniques and kinks that foreigners could teach her, and it awoke an addiction in her. Elven men would never be enough for her, she needed to explore and find others. She joined up with the war efforts in a hope to do so.<br/><br/>So there Cynthia was, her long blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail behind her, still hanging down to the small of her back. Bright green eyes stood out against the pale skin of her face and body. An angular face lead down into an elegant swan-like neck. Her ample breasts were held a red corset that barely went halfway down the torso under it. A white sphere was nestled up between her breasts, offering some unnecessary help in keeping her breasts perky and high. The 'shirt' left her shoulders, arms, and flat stomach fully exposed to the world. Around her trim waist, held up over the wider curve of her hips, was a thick cloth belt with another gem in the center. Strips of cloth draped down from here, one right down the center in the front and the back, with two on each side that did nothing ti hide her long slender legs. Down on her feet were heeled shoes, with ribbon laces that went halfway up her skin.<br/><br/>She listened to the Queen's declaration. The action seemed honorable enough, but Cynthia couldn't help but wonder what the real intent was. The Elves would never risk themselves for the sake of a 'lesser' species -- there must be some arrangement or trade happening behind the scenes that they're keeping quiet. She looked over and down at Steelsmiter's snort and comment. She chuckled softly and leaned in close to return the whisper, "That's always the hope. If this were a numbers game, they should be right by now..."