Emrios
23-25 elf years || Elf || Town -> Forest ||
Mentions: Kenia

He looked at her and took on an air of sophistication. He pretended to be taken aback by the prospect and then he softened and gave her a half smile. His usually serious visage was softened by the unfrequent action. "I can be if this lady so pleases," he said with a small laugh. This girl is intriguing, he thought. Emrios was amused by her expression. "I'm Emrios..." he said lightly, "It seems a bit silly to keep calling you lady, and miss, unless you would like to remain shrouded in mystery?" He quirked his eyebrow in jest.

Emrios' almost growled when he heard her remark, being reminded that elves were being blamed for the incident. "They're so ignorant... they're like children, irrational, and controlled by their fear" he said with a cold fury in his voice. He nodded towards her, "You're right, we should disappear, at least from this scene." He started walking slow, so that way she wouldn't have to walk fast to keep up with him, and also to not draw attention to them. He started walking past the tv shop, and then the trees came into view. A thatched roof with a was located at the very edge of the town. It marked the last townsfolk place, although it seemed to be abandoned.
 
He approached the well and dropped a rock down into it. 1,2,3,4... he began counting. He turned towards his companion and he explained, "The last time I was here, I wanted to do that..", he said somewhat sheepishly and rubbing the back of his neck. When his hand came off he noticed a tan color on it. it's going to look quite strange if I have a white spot on my neck.. he thought, So he reached for the rope, and started to pull up the bucket. He had to stand up on the wall of the well to reach it. The hinges creaked, and when Emrios had the bucket in his hands, he dumped it on himself. He took a step away trying to make sure the the runoff wouldn't fall on anything but the grass . Golden rivets of water ran off of him revealing pale skin, and very light platinum blonde hair. In his carelessness, his hood slipped down further from the nape of his neck and revealed a small glimpse of his red mark, it's bright obnoxious color contrasting even more with his fair skin. Emrios quickly realized the shift in fabric and readjusted his coat. I hope she didn't see that.

Emrios
23-25 elf years || Elf || Location ||
Mentions: Eldrin, Kenia

The faintest hint of a pink tinge colored his cheeks. He looked sideways. "Yeah he did..", he said and then he added, It's not entirely unnatural... I turn this tan color in the summer anyways... and the brown hair. It was somewhat true, however, his "summer" tan didn't occur in the summer, it changed toward the spring into the summer and then faded towards the winter. He looked towards her, "You have wings", he said with slight surprise. An aerial then? He heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw... an elf. Why is she not approaching us..? Is she hostile?, he thought. Do you need something? he said with some slight cautiousness.