The dark-skinned elf walked swiftly across the sands, looking behind her every once in a while. Was she doing something wrong? No, she actually wasn’t—just her paranoia. This was a new world to her, having just come out from the Underdark. She was afraid that her race wasn’t supposed to be up here on Imythess. She hadn’t seen a Drow yet. “ I need someone to show me the things in life that I can’t find. I can’t see the things that make true happiness—I must be blind. Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry. Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state. I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it’s too late,” she sang softly to herself and yawned lightly before putting the purple hood of her piwafwi on her head to conceal her race so that she could relax more. She walked down along the Coast, walking through the water and carelessly stepping on the shells. None of them cut her feet, however, and she was thankful for that. Grinning to herself, she waded out into the water—up to her thighs and looked around.

Having never been in a real lake above the Underdark, this was rather amazing to her. But the amazement left her emotions as quickly as it came. She turned around and walked back to the shore, sitting on its warm sands. The sand clung itself onto her dress that she wore, which happened to be covered by her piwafwi, showing the symbol of her House down in the Underdark. Not well known to anyone, but it was there and rather large, favored by the Spider Queen like most of the houses. She was glad that the Spider Queen liked them—it wouldn’t be good if she didn’t. Being on her bad side was like asking for your death to come unexpected. She remembered those who were killed by their rival houses, and she was lucky to have none in her House killed that she actually knew personally. If that changed by now, she did not know, nor did she really care. Yawning, she looked down the coast and swore she saw an outline, but turned away and didn’t bother to look again. No one would be able to tell that she was a Drow until they were very close up, which probably wouldn’t happen, seeing as she usually walked away from strangers unless she was in a Tavern and had nowhere to run.

Sighing, she stretched herself out on the sand, cracking her back and sighing once again with relief. She didn’t care if her piwafwi would get covered in sand. She’d just brush it off or clean it later back in Taras, which was where she was staying while she was up here, having grown curious of what the life up here was like compared to the life in the Underdark. She blinked her eyes and then finally stood up, having grown uneasy about the outline she saw, which was of a person—one with long hair from what she could tell. She turned and walked away from the figure coming towards her and amused herself with some sort of dark sand—ashes. They were probably of someone’s remains after being killed by pirates or something of the sort. But she didn’t know that—she just thought it was normal sand that was a different color, much like herself compared to the pale elves. She eventually stood up after many minutes—the person could probably now see her, but she cared not.

Out cast from the city, Eden walked along the shore line for some time. He has been up and down the sandy shore since the early morning. He praying that he would one gain the acceptance of the people of the city. It hurt him to be rejected the way he was. He would always get dirty looks or even a rotten fruit or vegetable thrown at him. Eden loved and enjoyed being around people, that is just the way he is. The sand was getting hot from being baked in the sun all day long. It was just past mid day so the heat was at its peak. It would soon start to cool down and be walked upon with no burning. The sand started to get into Eden's sandals and it was becoming a nuisance. Eden’s foot was becoming dry. The skin of his toes were beginning to crack and making an ache. He sat down on the soft sand and took his foot to take off the sandal.

There he sat, massaging his aching foot, looking out to the sea. The horizon consisted of great beauty and the air smelled of fresh ocean air. Eden was beginning to forget about how badly he is was treated at Taras. His memories were now fixed on the heavens. The beach scene reminded him of the way the place used to look like. It was always beautiful and wonderfully created. Just being there would make one’s emotions and views change on the way of the world. The beauty would grab all of your senses and make you think it was the greatest thing you have ever seen. The heavens was a place to be. * Eden grabbed his sandal placed it onto his foot. He brought himself back up to stand on both legs and continued his way on the shore. He had no destination, he was only aimlessly wandering, seeking his peace.

A slight breeze blew in the direction that Eden was walking. He looked forward and saw a dark figure up ahead. It was sitting on the ground and it was alone. A smile grew on Eden’s face as he saw this as an opportunity to make a new friend. Making new friends was one of his favorite things to do. It is what kept Eden alive in times hopeless despair. He quickened his pace and made his way to what appeared to be a young woman. When he got about fifty feet away from her, he greeted himself and said,

“Hello there. I am Eden. Are you in need of any help?”

Looking up, she saw the figure she had seen before, though he was farther away then. She raised an eyebrow for a moment and looked around, wondering if he was talking to her or to someone else. Not seeing anyone else on the shore, she looked back at the man and simply shook her head. “No,” she said simply, keeping her words short. She wasn’t one for a conversation with someone that wasn’t of her own race. Soon enough, however, she’d probably get used to talking with others casually and without worrying. But she was still afraid that the Drow race was an outcast or something of the sort. She left the hood of her piwafwi over her hair and blocked most of her face from view so that he wouldn’t be able to tell what she was unless he tried really hard. She shifted her weight on her feet and crossed her arms across her mid section, her hands grasping a hold of the cloth and holding it tightly as she looked up at him. She didn’t care if he knew who she was. She was very agile and could probably slip away from him with ease, seeing as how she had an excellent reflex in combat and was nearly silent when walking.

Seeing that he had introduced himself, she took in a deep breath and let it out silently and slowly. “I am Tajon,” she said with a slight not of her head—it would only have been seen if he was actually watching her closely. She turned away from him and then walked down towards the water and back into the sunlight, brushing grains of sand off of her piwafwi on the way. She let her feet rest in the water and sighed with slight relief, having just come off of the burning sands, which were uncomfortably warm. “I’ll be just fine…pretending I’m not. I’m far from lonely and it’s all that I’ve got…” she hummed softly to herself, her arms still tight around her as she stared up at the sun, which was—in a Drow’s perspective—very beautiful and very hot, and sighed, then let her eyes travel away from it and land on the man back on the shore. Had she been rude to him by just walking away? Probably, but she did that all the time—even to her own people. Yes, she eventually got yelled at for it, but she continuously did it anyways. Words wouldn’t hurt her, but physical pain would.

Shifting uneasily in the water, she yawned, having traveled a lot and, obviously, not used to the bright light of the sun, having always been in the dark. She blinked her bright red eyes and then looked down in the water. A school of fish swam by briskly and she watched them with little interest and then looked out at the Isles, which weren’t that far away from where she stood. If she were a good swimmer, she’d probably swim out to it for the amusement. Or, if she had a boat, she’d sail to the Isles and make bay there with her own crew. But those were her imagination. Her goal, however, was to own a ship one day and sail the seas with her own crew—her very own crew and her very own boat, which she would be captain of. They’d all be Pirates, too, since she’d probably only allow those of the evil alignment on it. She’d probably be the only Drow sailor in the seas, since most of them took shelter in the Underdark, away from everyone on the surface and residing in the shadows. There was nothing wrong with that, but she much preferred it up here now. Grinning at the thought, she tore her attention away from her dreams and turned around in the water, looking back at Eden with her red eyes, which were unblinking at the moment, for she was staring.

The slight breeze was excellent that day. The warmth of the sun enveloped all of Eden’s body, just so much that he thought he would never be cold again. The sand in his sandals seemed not to bother him any longer and were now massaging his heel and toes. The sand was warm and comfortable to his feet. Eden looked at the woman with a smile on his face. He hoped that he would be able to make some sort of conversation with her and soon become friends after that. The hood of her article of clothing was covering her face, shielding any light that tried to pass, or that is what it seemed like to Eden. What is she trying to hide? Eden silently thought to himself. Eden had asked her his question of aid and she replied with a soft and simple no.

When she introduced herself as Tajon, Eden smiled even more and wanted to know more about this quiet stranger. She turned around on him and started walking away. This action only increased Eden’s curiosity, he wanted to know who was behind the hood. Eden had this motive to where he would let no one go with out a smile on there face, that is what he was trying to do here and he would not go unless she demanded or she was smiling because of him. Eden shook the sand from his footwear and started to follow after her. Her walk was silent and seemed eerie to Eden. He could see her but it she seemed as though she was not really there.

Eden looked at her while she stared at him, not blinking. His smile did not fade away and grew brighter. Eden was paused in following her now, for she was in the water. He brought in his wings into his cloak and masked them so that they would be unseen. He stepped into the water along with Tajon, picking up his dragging cloak so that it would not be soaked. He came to her and said,

“Please, tell me of your self, Tajon. I would like to know who hides behind those pieces of clothing.”

Ah, so he was a curious elf, eh? Well, he appeared Elvin to her, for she hadn’t a good look at him, thanks to her cloak. Not that it mattered—she rarely judged a person by their looks. At least he treats me nicer—better than that dog thing, she thought with a slight smirk under her hood and listened to his words—More about her, hmm? Well, that was a first. Not many people asked her who she was, what she was, where she lived or anything of the sort. She just smirked. “You want to know more about me? Well, then, I’m a drow elf that came up from Menzoberranzan. I’m from House Streea… I came up here to see what it was like and this sight amazes me—the way the water looks with light on it. Does that satisfy you?” she asked and then flicked off her hood from her piwafwi to reveal her face, ebony skin and all.

She looked back out at the sea, seeing a ship on the horizon and watched it silently for a long while. Then, she turned back to face Eden. “To return the favor, tell me more about you,” she said, letting go of her piwafwi, which dropped in the water. She didn’t care. It didn’t bother her at all. She liked this water—for some reason, it felt nice on her for once, for she rarely ever entered the lake in the Underdark. She didn’t have Underwater Breath and feared being taken by something under its black surface. Then again, she was just paranoid—plain paranoid. She had a good reason though. For who in their right mind would want to drown because of a foolish mistake? Definitely not her… She shifted her weight to her right foot and crosses her arms across her chest, watching him still, with unblinking eyes. She wondered if he would answer her or just walk away from her. Either or, it didn’t matter to her at all.

Keeping the silence between them, she turned herself once more in the water and looked down this time. She was surprised that she could see her ebony feet through the three feet of water she was standing in. She wasn’t accustomed to the fact that this wasn’t as deep as the lake back in the Underdark. In a way, she was thankful. If anything were to come at her, she’d be able to dodge it. Even in the water she could move silently and quickly. Not as silent and quick as on land, but good enough to outmatch a normal human. She sighed lightly in relief and then looked back at Eden with her now-blue eyes, the sun being to bright for her infrared vision. When she had her infrared vision, her eye color was read. When she was seeing normally, however, her eyes were a deadly icy blue. They stood out from her features just like a dwarf would stand out between elves. She smirked at that thought and then her lips went back to a straight line, her eyes emotionless as she watched Eden, unblinking once again.

Eden was taken aback when she took off her shawl. He did not expect to see a drow. It was a very uncommon thing to see drow out in the sunlight. It was very uncommon to see one out and away from their homeland. He did not know if he made a facial expression from the surprise, he was sure that he did not. Eden did not know what to say, he stood there looking at her, now realizing that he had never seen a real drow in person. It was unexpected and he thought to himself of how a wonderful job she did about hiding her identity. He bowed down to her and said,

“Ah yes. Now I see the one who hid behind that robe of yours. Might I say that you an amazing pair of eyes. I have never met a drow in person before. I have read a little about your race, but never in a million years have I imagined that I would meet one.”

Eden bowed down even lower. He looked up and into her eyes. They were amazing to him. Eden found them to be a wonderful pair of eyes to look at. They were an icy blue. They looked as though they have seen to much to bear. Her eyes were emotionless and unmoving. They were piercing and cold to the gaze at the same time. Eden bowed his head in respect. This was the first drow he ever met, this a was a drow that would get respect. He looked into her eyes, getting lost for a moment in thought and then smiled.

“As you already know, my name is Eden Botteusai. I am Arch Angel of the Highest Triad and Commander of the Seraphim Army. I have come to Imythess to explore that place and run some errands.”

He paused for a moment, staring into her eyes. He said softly,

“I do not have many friends, my dear Tajon. Imythess is a very big place and it could be very on one’s heart not to have any friends. I am here to make peace with those whose hearts are good, or at least some good.”