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[healer_neric]

Life? Is good.

At the moment, life involves Neric and Ravin curled up together on the couch by the fire, where he is enjoying a honey cake and some tea while she is reading to him about the elves in her world.

(For those sensitive to empathic projection, the feeling is one of love and contentment.)

(Two muns, two pups. Have at it.)

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[lichvell_r]

The book is more technical than a fairy tale, but is full of interesting details... high elves and their magnificent cities of crystal and magic... wood elves and their tree cities... and of course, the rare urban (gray) elves who live beside humans in some cities.

"Gray elves are the ones common people meet most often, and so their demeanor colors much of the opinion humans have of the elven races..."

[healer_neric]

He rests his head on her shoulder, looking at the book. Reading takes effort for him, still, so he is content to let her read for him.

"Are they friendly?" he asks. "Have you ever met any?"

[lichvell_r]

"No, not really, just saw them from a distance." She nuzzles Neric's shoulder. "They are strange: people say elves never die of old age, or even get old, really. They can live longer than Dragons."

[healer_neric]

"We should go look for them sometime, unless they don't want to be found."

He smiles. "We could explore your world, meet all sorts of people, see all kinds of places, and then write a book of our own about them. I think that would be fun."