<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dRe8d3k.png)</div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Athenril (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1KUpR3Ks5wocuGF-faYTRsUT4nFOwNVKvFzyLec1uriU/edit)</span></strong></div><br/><br/>For a Wild elf, Athenril was quite urban. With a frustrated sigh Athenril pushed back her honey blonde hair. Despite constant trimming, her magic items would always regrow it the next morning. Even her skin had softened to a gentle tan. She is a skillful craftswoman - but her magic was still too raw & wild. Any item she made still warped the user - cursed they called it. And now, between all her items she looked more like a hapless Wood Elf or worse - a blazing Sun Elf! She had even grown taller - though she was still short in the present company. That combined with her worked flesh, chiseled muscles & heavy curves - well, heavy for an elf - she almost wasn't recognisable as an elf!<br/><br/>One of the Princess's bodyguards, Athenril had taken a customary seat beside her. Her gaze slowly toured the room, taking in the strange garb & foreign faces. Trouble seemed to stir amongst them all as they gossiped about the strange bequest before them. She'd expected some courtly assassin - perhaps even some disguised demon. But no, she'd spent more time dissuading the more amorous of the male 'escorts' that they should wait outside whilst the women do what only women can do. The last one had not taken the hint - ending a scuffle, a very torn dress & one frustrated Athenril. After all - she'd finally gets the excuse to rid herself of the frilly layered contraption whilst one of the girls tried to hopelessly tend the torn hooped skirt - only to discover that she drew even more attention than before. Whilst she was beneath her enchanted corset - though it never seemed to do much good in masking her generous curves - and she had even borrowed a scarf, which hung over her more intimate aspects. Paying respect to the humanoid customs of the city. She'd even kept up the silk stockings and slender heels. Not that these bothered her movements in the least. The men had been rather surprised at her speed. And yet, despite this, the more flesh she showed the more disapproving glares seemed to settle upon her. She'd been born too wild & too cursed to ever maintain that slender beauty they expected of an elf. And now they weren't even going to let her pass as damned Wood Elf- not even a Sun Elf! She was just unnatural...<br/><br/>The thought drew a glance towards the Princess - the one woman who seemed to genuinely say she was beautiful. Word's held power - and a Princess's words were a law unto themselves. So just maybe if she remained in her service long enough, Athenril could finally discover a form other's might find beautiful...<br/><br/>Turning to the newcomer, Athenril waited to offer her one thought. She spoke with volume, letting her voice carry over the giggling room<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><strong>"Word's hold great power. When a Queen speaks, her words are law. When a Princess speak, her words are a promise of the future to come. So when our Princess calls, all who wish to glimpse the future should hurry forth. Least they miss their chance to bloom before their future Queen..."</strong></span>As a Paladin born beneath the Fey Moons, Athenril didn't always speak - but now she had spoken with all her soul. Pride radiated from her as she surveyed the room, before settling herself & her awkward scarf back into her seat.