Lilar often spent her time alone; either reading or playing make believe. She often researched the Iblees’ War, finding it a curious topic as to why Malin and his children put up with such treatment; and how the ward of Malin and the green dragon pushed away almost the entire archademons’ blighted undead army... Sometimes she wished she had been a part of it, so when she was not pretending to be charging into battle or to be isolated with the four brothers, she pretended to be perhaps, an elf from the woods, or maybe even a snow elf! And as much as she enjoyed sitting alone in the busy and cluttered library of her school; she awaited the moment she could return home and talk once more with the people from her books, or arrange an alliance with the orcs... It was her own personal Narnia; until it was no more...
When her parents discovered what she had been up to they felt betrayed. Her mother (Of whom dedicated her entire life to the arts of literature; often writing hateful and racist segments in her otherwise dream worthy books) and her father (A smart man, who documented the knowledge of nature; but spoke nothing of spite towards the creatures that inhabited it) locked away anything that would fuel her fantasy's, ripped her out of school and moved her education to their home. She was taught everything from the curse of elves and how a pregnant elf was a rare sight to el’lenniel lae kheliyat – The song that shattered an image; and all things in between. She isolated herself, never forgetting all about what she once could not live without.
She eventually moved out of the home she shared with her parents and begun to teach herself how to unlock any magic she may possess and all about other races. When she was home alone she was a child; free to do whatever she wished. But in public she blended in as much as she could without hiding her personality; but only a glimpse of the child within could be seen in her eyes... She often avoided her parents, and they did so for her. After all; she knew how much of a disappointment she had become to them that one fateful day.
Lilar looks at the man, an army of curiosity taking over. “I’m here to learn!” She smiles, excited to tell the man what about, but with difficulty she shuts herself down; and regains her composure. “Have a nice day, Sir.” She nods at him, and walks onward to explore the city.
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