<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2a/Aralyn_Moonflower-Talonius.png)</div>Aralyn Moonflower-Talonius (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_ZlCrehicMxa744F-m4fPWgR5-PIYMLKgbJ3oFcm4YY/edit)<br/><br/>The blond's hair fell in loose, spiraling curls to the small of her back.  As she disembarked, it rippled in the river wind.<br/><br/>For just a moment before she stepped off of the boat, her lower lip quivered and her eyes shone, but she blinked them shut.<em>Mourn not for your father, my child,</em>mother had said when Araylyn showed her the letter.<em>He was a great and noble man.  The gods have surely thrown a feast in his honor.</em>Even as the grey elf princess had spoken those words, her own quite tears had brought the same form Aralyn.<em>Mourn for those he has loved, and who have loved him.</em><br/><br/><em>I do, mother,</em>she sighed wistfully.<br/><br/>“I'm really never going to meet him,” slipped softly past her lips as she walked out onto the dock.  Those who'd seen her quite happiness on the ship might be surprised at the sudden sorrow to shadow her face.  For the dreamy sorceress, Gauis had always been with her as a sort of mythic figure.  For many a myth made a poor parent.  For Aralyn it made him more real than most she met.<br/><br/>Holding her sleek elven staff out to the side, the blond in green stepped up to greet the finely dressed fellow.  “A star shines upon the hour of our meeting, brother.  My name is Aralyn ni'Moonflower an'Talonius.”  As she spoke, she touched her heart with her fingertips.  To those familiar with the speech paters of tribal elves, it was a gesture of intimate sincerity.<br/><br/>She offered her hand to him next, and to the others as their introductions came.  “My heart sings to meet you all,” she finished again touching her heart with her fingertips.<br/><br/>If any pondered Aralyn's name and were passingly versed in high elven culture, the use of two house names indicated that both her parents were of similar station.  The suffixes, however, showed that the Moonflower parent brought substantially less political clout to the family.  This certainly fit with the nature of the arrangement with most of their parents—concubines, not wives.<br/><br/>Someone who'd actually made a study of elven history could probably call to mind a small nation of grey and high elves—Evensong Wood—that had fallen to demon hordes—it's survivors largely leaving to join with tribal clans.  That small nation was described as ruled by 'three crowned ones.'  They might have also come across mention of an elven princess among Guais's companions during the war.<br/>