Avendiil the Elven mage-in-training

Avendiil awoke early and shook out her long, dark, silky hair, mind already abuzz with plans for the day. She would have a quick breakfast with her kin, and then head toward the nearby fort to see Darrik. Elves didn't recognize royalty or nobility the way the Humans did, but as a member of an old and respected family, as well as a promising student of the magical arts, it was highly improper for her to have a relationship with a common human soldier, even if he'd been trained by a wizard himself...which is why as far as anyone knew she only met with him to exchange 'magic tips'. And if those 'magic tips' usually involved the removal of clothes and lots of heavy breathing and moaning, that was no one's business but her own.

Afterwards she would get cleaned up and meet with one of the Elders for training. Today they would probably have her practicing soul fire again, as well as studying the--"May I have a word with you, Apprentice?"

Her thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Elder Oakhorn behind her, and she turned to see he had stepped into her tent. "Elder!" she scolded, pale cheeks blooming pink as she realized she was still half naked, most of her long, toned legs on display and the rich brown fabric of her thin silk slip, the same color as her hair, doing absolutely nothing to hide the outline of her nipples.

"Oh! I didn't realize! I am so sorry for the intrusion, Apprentice, please forgive me!" Though as apologetic as he sounded, the venerable old elf didn't seem in any real hurry to leave, and was grinning as he did.

Avendiil frowned as she quickly dressed. She had suspected for a long time that the Elder had an interest in her, though she supposed there was no harm in it, and it was perhaps only natural for any man (and more than a few women...) to admire such a fine female form. And there of course wasn't any danger of such a respected member of the village daring to try anything more scandalous than looking. With that thought in mind, she set aside the sensible blouse she had chosen to go with her dark brown skirt, and instead pulled on only the stylish leather over-shirt she'd meant to wear along with it. The light-colored garment was heavily embroidered, with darker leather making up the flared sleeves and shoulders, as well as the high collar in the back. The front, however, only had laces that began below the breasts, effectively leaving her with a V-neck that went all the way down to her belly and left very little of her pale, perky tits to the imagination. Let the old goat look all he wanted, he would never be able to touch...and Darrik would certainly appreciate her outfit today.

Stepping outside, she smiled at the Elder. The tall, bronze-skinned elf didn't immediately see her, his lined face framed by over a dozen long white braids as he bent to awkwardly readjust his leather robe. Lightly clearing her throat caused him to look up with a startled expression, his eyes widening further when he saw how she was dressed.

Avendiil leaned seductively against a nearby tree. "You want me, sir?" she purred teasingly, enjoying her little game.

"Why yes!" Oakhorn finally said, regaining his composure, though the annoyance mixed with amusement in his expression made it clear he knew exactly what she was up to. "Apprentice, I need you to deliver an important message to Deep Root for me."

The elf maid inwardly groaned at this news. So much for her plans. The village of Deep Root was quite a ways into the heart of the forest. Normally one of her brothers or some other young man would handle a task like this, but most of them were out hunting or patrolling right now. As the most talented apprentice this village had, she supposed it made sense the job would fall to her.

"Very well, sir," she replied with a little bow of her head, "Though, the road I'll be taking leads past the fort, and I had promised Mage Darrik I would meet with him to--"

"Yes, yes," Oakhorn interrupted impatiently, with a slight roll of his eyes, "Exchange 'magic tips', I know. Well, it will just have to wait for another day. You'll have to leave immediately and travel at a good pace to reach Deep Root by nightfall...I shouldn't have to remind you that the forest hasn't exactly been safe after dark as of late. Once you deliver this letter to Lady Ten'dril, you should be able to lodge with her for the night."

Accepting the sealed letter with a sigh, she returned to her tent and packed a few supplies, stopping at her parents' tent to grab a quick breakfast to eat on the way and receive well-wishes before starting down the road.

As she walked, the immediate question in her mind was of course, whether to stop and have the planned dalliance with Darrik, or focus on making good time on her journey.