Post by Tismri on Sept 8, 2014 1:28:22 GMT -5
OOC: Someone should come visit Ismalia. Everyone's travelled south.
Niath Avia walked through the streets of Sundavar, looking in small wonder at the neat, smooth buildings of Ismalian structure, melded fluidly with the ancient trees that seemed to grow hollow with rooms and even some furniture. Though they now knew that the trees were once the home of the elves of the Great Forest, the first of her people to come across this abandoned city had been at once awestruck and confused at how such a place could exist. After several years, they had made this place into a home. It was in this city that her parents had met. It was because of this city that her parents had met.
She kicked at a small rock while her hidden wings fluttered in irritation. She was wondering why the elves had abandoned this city in the first place. That train of thought always brought her to wonder why her father had left her and her mother. Did he even know about her? Would he care? Questions she would likely never know the answer to, and she tried telling herself it didn't matter.
She brushed her hand against the doorframe that lead into one of the great trees of the city. It was made of rough bark, though the steps under her feet were smooth and worn from many years of being walked upon. On a whim, she entered the tree, and took a seat at a window, staring out into the nearby vast expanse of the Great Forest.
Niath Avia walked through the streets of Sundavar, looking in small wonder at the neat, smooth buildings of Ismalian structure, melded fluidly with the ancient trees that seemed to grow hollow with rooms and even some furniture. Though they now knew that the trees were once the home of the elves of the Great Forest, the first of her people to come across this abandoned city had been at once awestruck and confused at how such a place could exist. After several years, they had made this place into a home. It was in this city that her parents had met. It was because of this city that her parents had met.
She kicked at a small rock while her hidden wings fluttered in irritation. She was wondering why the elves had abandoned this city in the first place. That train of thought always brought her to wonder why her father had left her and her mother. Did he even know about her? Would he care? Questions she would likely never know the answer to, and she tried telling herself it didn't matter.
She brushed her hand against the doorframe that lead into one of the great trees of the city. It was made of rough bark, though the steps under her feet were smooth and worn from many years of being walked upon. On a whim, she entered the tree, and took a seat at a window, staring out into the nearby vast expanse of the Great Forest.
