The sun shone brightly on the clear blue sky, the sunlight piercing through the dense canopy of trees in Far Chetwood. The seemingly undisturbed peace and quiet within the forest could fool almost anyone that it was devoid of life – but Maevelen knew better than that.
((OOC: This is my approximate guesstimate at Daerundros' real future; Living amongst the Kinn-lai Elves as one of the first Eldar known to do so. This story will probably be around 3-5 Chapters long. Enjoy!))
No matter how much I searched, I could never find the source of the awe-inspiring northern lights. Like the treasure at the end of a rainbow, something equally fantastic must be the source of these eerie, dancing lights.
Naruvir is often heard singing and reciting old poetry amid her own natural novelty, and this is no exception. Every wordplay offers a fair insight to her playful and youthful mind. She sang the following by the feet of a waterfall: