LongestRoad Ellowyn: Greywood

I did gloss over that part a bit, didn't I? Twelve whole years is quite a long time to some people, myself included. Of course, to most inhabitants of this serene village, it is little more than a moment. Tandrien would tell you I was barely there, and gone again. But he was not the only influence Greywood had on me -- there were a few other children near my age, each of whom had their own effects on me. At first, I had little eye for the differences between the elven and half-elven children, though after a few years I did notice that Raine and I tended to "catch up" to Azathael and Lorindael.

When I was brought to the wood by a hunting group, I was just shy of ten years old. Most people are familiar with ages of humans and half-elves as they grow up, but Pevishan have an even shorter lifespan that a human. Most of my kind are settled into a career and a marriage by the age of fifteen or sixteen, and bear their last child in their late twenties. So, I was still a child at ten, but little more childish than Raine was at thirteen, or Lorindael at fourteen. Azathael was old enough to be the obvious leader of the group, as he was almost seventeen years old. He had real tasks and duties, learning to become one of the hunters. But still, of course, he found plenty of time for mischief.

At first, though, I only spoke to Tandrien. I was still quite frail, even after my sickness had been cured. I was not so skilled at finding myself enough food and water in the wilderness, and needed more time to recover. It was a few weeks before I was allowed to come down from the room Tandrien had made for me.