(Syl'lithar Cheb) In the Gardens - {Chyrs}

[Llansul Aefos]

1st Cryxatum. Spring.

Elegance floated upon the gentle breeze, which desended gradually towards the lush ochre of the wide open gardens, as immature wildlife stumbled behind their elders in a vain attempt to explore the mysteries of freedom.

Foot falls signalled the presence of one larger than the animals, as each step was filled with admiration for the lavish surroundings, grey orbs absorbing a fancyful scenario; grey orbs which were set shallow within a finely crafted pale peach face, brunette locks draping gracefully down a thin neck and over high cheek bones. Breaths were calm and controlled, and the general aura of the intruder was one of serenity.

Llansul, his varying shades of ochre cotton covering his lithe frame, had been requested to grant his presences to Chrys', an elf he admired and respected greatly, one of whom he welcomed the oppertunity to socialize. This would surely become a marvelous situation, and one that would reek of success and prosperous actions.

Slowly, he paced through gardens awaiting the arrival of one higher than himself, fore that was all that matter to him; elfin society.