Growing up, Fyriena, otherwise known as Fyr, has always been happy with her life. She thought nothing but the best of it. How could she not? She has a warm and loving family, good friends, and lives in the best settle an elf in tune with nature could ask for: Siramenor. Like a true wood elf, she enjoys the nature surrounding her and takes in all the beauty falling more and more in love with its enchanting look. As she grew older, Fyr’s parents taught her the importance of the forest. Soon she started to follow Elnarsae’ame making sure to treat the forest as an equal rather it being inferior, and her faith grew stronger and stronger. Each day when she practiced her beliefs, she found more love for the forest she lived in and every living being that walked within it. Though, when she isn’t indulging in practicing her faith or just admiring the forest’s beauty, she can be found reading about the Elven History. Fyr isn’t really a bookworm, but she adores reading everything from Iblee’s War all the way to the present day. She’d even stay awake day and night rereading such tragic events. To Fyriena, knowledge of history is very important. Nothing could be more interesting than learning about the past and imagining how the present came about to her. In her eyes, faith, knowledge, and family are the most important values to uphold.
Fyriena looked at him with surprise before smiling faintly. “Just trying to get some things to take back home, so if you don’t mind...I’d like to get by.” Fyriena walked by the man and looked toward the town and took a deep breath. “Okay Fyr, grab the items off the list, then you can go back to the forest,” she thought to herself, “and hopefully it’s not another wild goose chase. Thanks for that, mom.”
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