“Your colors are so amazing,” cried the forest gwelf.
Elowen was the last of her tribe. The elders had declared the ancient forest dangerous and ordered their clan to the north.
“I wish Jasmine were here to see this. She would have the perfect words to describe your beauty,” Elowen said.
Elowen had stayed behind in the event Mörken’s Troth army tried to follow the clan. Elowen’s duty would be to lead the soldiers astray if they gave chase.
“Such a pity I can’t share this moment. I will remember the way the blossoms look and how their fragrance tickles my nose,” remarked the gwelf.
Elowen hid in the cave until dusk, then she would scout the surrounding forest for signs of the Troth.
“When I see my friends, I will paint a picture in their minds of each blossom so they too can enjoy this moment,” Elowen said.
“I’ll take a short nap before I head out on patrol. I will dream of the moment when I share this with Jasmine. She’ll love it as much as I do, I’m sure,” mumbled Elowen as she slipped into sleep.
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