She avoided looking at herself as long as possible, for though she was not vain, she did not care to see what she looked like to the outside world. She glanced down out of sheer desperation, and saw her eyes that seemed to glow, and her slender face, much darker than the other elves of the woodland. She had no doubts about her beauty, for many of the men had made offers to her, but she had refused. Nothing about them seemed right to her.
Sound asleep under a tree not but a mere few yards from her, lay a sleeping human, who had dropped after a drunken night at the tavern. He started at the splashing that she made. Drawing his daggers, he leaped into the canopy, slowly loosing visibility to the outside world. When he saw her, he almost fell. It was rare to see an elf in these parts since the massacre that happened only a few years ago.
His eyes did not drop from her form as she bathed in the crystal waters. Surely this could not be a dark elf, for her skin was too light. Her skin was too dark to be a wood elf either. He knew it was rude to stare at her, but his eyes would not even stop to blink, and then she spoke. It was elven, no doubt, but her voice was musical, bright and clear. He tucked both of his daggers into thier sheathes, this one was not a vengance seeker.
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