The pristine white gates of Frieden stood tall before those who prepared to enter. The man capital of all of Elon was well-known through out the land, and for good reason. For many, just seeing the gates gave one a sense of relief and security...well, many would feel this way, except for one.
Keeping her hood over her face, young Rosalei glanced up at the capital's gates, her stomach twisting in anxious knots. The elvish humanoid still found it hard to believe that this place was once her home...only for her to be outcasted and rejected by the residents. As much as she loathed coming here, she could not go without supplies. She sighed, her cloak dancing in the breeze as she gripped the button that held her cloak together.
'The quicker I get this done, the better,' she thought to herself as she walked into the capital's threshold. The elf kept her head down as she traversed through the streets, glancing at each market stall for the things she needed.
As she entered the city she would find that it was a bustling busy place, as it always had been. There were races from all over the planet here, mingling, having good times, or just enjoying their craft.
However a new species would be seen, one most had never even heard of. Large Insect humanoids marched along. They were covered in hides of animals, and held spears and shields. Elon's Knights seemed to be escorting the large beetle men to wherever they were going.
It wasn't long before said group passed however, opening up the streets of Frieden once more. This time however there was a carriage now. Standing in front of it, in a long black cloak, and leather armor was a wood elf, whose hair was a soft cream color. Upon closer inspection said Elf would be found to be none other than Astranza, Queen of the Wood Elves.
"Right!" she said to the elves working about the carriage. Lets get these supplies unloaded and be on our way. I don't want to be bothered by the masses like I was last time!"
Curiosity got the better of the young elf as she stopped and watched as crates were unloaded from the carriage, though she couldn't help but to be entranced by the Wood Elf in charge. She was such a lovely creature...and normal.
The very thought made Rosalei frown.
A soft sigh escaped her before she began to follow one of the crates to one of the stalls. In that moment, a rather strong gust of wind blew through the capital, causing Rosalei's hood to fall. Her breath hitched once the semi-cool air of the outside began to caress her now exposed face and through her rosy-colored hair, causing her to quickly pull the hood back over and hurry over to the stall, hoping no one had laid eyes upon her.
That gust of wind caused Astranza to look up into the air, frowning. " Huh..." She said. " Either its going to storm soon, or Thunderbirds are coming... Either way we should hurry up and get out of here. I hate the rain."
She turned, only to see the rather vibrant color of the Half-Elfs hair. She blinked as the hood was brought back up, before she crossed her arms. She'd never seen hair of that color. Only fabrics and silks. Peculiar. She motioned to her companions to keep up the work, but keep on gaurd, before she walked up behind the woman, and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Excuse me." She said. "Is there any reason in particular you are lingering about this stall? It will not be opened until much later in the day."
The various assortments of items were quite fetching in the young elf's eyes, but the tap on the shoulder caused Rosalei to jump before she turned to face the Elven Queen. Her anxiety began to swell; she swallowed hard, forcing the lump back down her throat and found her voice again.
"O-oh, my apologies," she murmured, her voice soft and quiet "I d-did not mean to loiter, n-nor did I know you w-were not open. If...if I am disturbing you, I will look elsewhere..."
Rosalei made sure to keep her head lowered as she spoke, not wanting to lift the safety darkness that shrouded her features.
Astranza was silent for a moment, thinking over what the woman said before she spoke again. "Its clearly not open. There is no one behind the stand. There fore you are Loitering for the sake of loitering."
She crossed her arms and looked her up and down before frowning. " Remove your hood." She commanded, "Look at me when I speak to you."
Rosalei's muscles seized the moment she heard that commanding tone - it held a firm authority that she could not object to unlike any other normal person. Defeated she murmured a silent "yes ma'm..." before removing her hood.
The young woman lifted her head, causing the rose-colored locks to reveal her pink eyes, one a dark shade than the other but only if you looked close enough. Her skin, an abnormal grey color had a distinctive shine that all elves seem to carry.
Rosalei mentally winced, almost as if she was waiting for someone, if not the elf before her, to speak out about her appearance.
Astranza took a step back, taking in the womans appearance. She was silent for a few moments before she nodded. " Hmmm thought you were someone else I knew... Guess I was wrong." She shrugged. " Though the only people whom walk around with cloaks during the day are either Thieves, or Assassins."
She crossed her arms. " So which one are you? Come to steal from a lowly cart? Or perhaps kill someone important. You are a Dark elf it seems, given their usual skill set I wouldn't be surprised."
"It-it is true that I am a Dark Elf...only half but..." Rosalei lamented to herself before stating "B-but I am neither a thief or assassin...I-I only wear my cloak t-to cover my face from ot-others..." Her confidence was lacking, but somehow, Rosalei managed to keep her gaze directly into the other's eyes. And yet....she had doubts that the other elf would believe her words.
"Why?" She asked. " If you are not a thief or an assassin then there is no reason to hide your face, unless you were a Criminal however..."
She thought, staring at her with those bright glowing yellow eyes of hers. "So your not a Thief, Yet you hide your face. You are a dark elf, yet you are not proud of it..." She thought ." Very peculiar I must say." She chuckled to herself. " Very Peculiar indeed. What is your name then?"
"Rosalei...R-Rosalei Thorn," said elven girl replied.
Various people and residents made their way through the streets, many passing by the pair of woman and continued on with their day. There were, however, those two or three he casted curious glances towards Rosalei. It wasn't until a middle-aged woman accompanied by a small boy walked by; The boy looked up at Rosalei, his eyes widened in awe as his mother pulled him along.
"Mama! Mama! Look!" he exclaimed, pulling at his mother dress before pointing towards the elves. "That lady looks funny!"
The boy was still in earshot to the elven pair, though it was Rosalei who reacted to the comment. As the boy was pulled away, the rosy-haired elf pulled the collar of her cloak over her mouth, just stopping under her nose. 'The Gods curse me...' she cursed mentally.
Amongst the bustling crowds of people, Pride stood with a gently placed hand on Mary’s hilt. He wasn’t far from Rosalei and Astranza, silently watching the events unfold.
Once the child and woman passed by, he decided to walk over. “The boy was probably pointing out the odd color of hair you have,” he stated, “You know children, say things without much thought placed into their words.”
Pride was trying to make the half-elf feel better, in hopes to start up conversation on if either of them had a quest or something to do.
“You know children, say things without much thought placed into their words.”
That phrase kept repeating in Rosalei's mind, memories of her childhood began to flash through her mind. The mocking sneers and nasty taunts from the neighborhood children rang deep within her ears, an old scar from a stone being hurled at her began to sting.
Even though she tried to conceal it, a pain expression began to come to the elf's features as the grip on her cloak tightened considerably.