Her now long, silvery hair echoing a blue tinge. High amongst the oldest tree, she’d sit atop to watch as the moon stared down at her and meditate, the light dancing on her skin. She always felt a bit out of place as her pale skin never matched what she had come to know as her brothers and sisters. A patient enemy it seems they are, but a fake death was constructed, and the child was taken to the depths of the forest to keep her safe from harms way. The Circle of the Moon heard through passing whispers under the full moon that the old drow, Witch Elenorith would come to visit and curse Princess Zili in order to keep her from the throne when the time came, perhaps many years from now. In the year 323, a war waged among the High Elf Kingdom and their greatest enemy, Queen Esant of the Long Flame. She would not remember whence she came, nor whom bore her, but Taladinier (Talah-din-e-air) would do his best to raise her with grace and elegance. Her eyes are sharp, filled with wit and charm, like large, silver pools flecked with gold. In the Forest of Nakatashar, a village of Wood Elves takes in a young High Elf, her appearance slightly changing color as the light reflects off her alabaster skin, a bright pastel blue.
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