Grumblings of a brown elf

[__WaterFox__ 636]

Alirya rested against the root of one of the large trees of Laurehlin, brown skin almost blending with the bark. She starred straight up with an increasingly annoyed expression, ears flickering as each person walked by.

 

"Someone, do tell me what is with these mutts? Pretty tattoos that are supposedly old practice, use of a dead language that is... you know, dead. And what is with all the peaches and tans calling themselves wood elves? Seem more like high elves disowned due to their shortness.",she then let out a soft laugh,"I suppose I am being a bit hypocritical, I get my height from my father's peachiness, but atleast I don't act like a mutt. I looked at my mother's wood elven heritage and not only did it color my skin like an oak, but I let the teachings of my kin seep into my heart. These mutts they don't let it seep in, they put it on like a makeup and hope it gives them identity"

 

She jumped up and began to pace around, dark hair wisping about in the wind each time she dug her heel into the ground and turned

 

"Mutts... These mutts, I should be more kind, but they still act like mutts. I'll accept you, you peachy mutts, when you use your elven gift to look at nature. When you see it's laws, it's tragic poetry, it's traumatizing sites, and know the truth. I'll accept you, when you stop being high elves with the face paint of a wood elf! Observe! Analyse! A fawn can do that much and determine who is a predator and who is a friend. Quite trying to make an identity and be formed by nature,JUST LOOK AT IT!"

 

Alirya let out a huff of air and shook her head as her rant ended, she continued pacing from one side to the other a bit more calmly

 

Edited December 9, 2015 by Master Khen'aum

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Artimec looked on as Alirya ranted, a look of complete, genuine bewilderment on his face- plastered in the form of an incredulous frown.

"What the hell are you going on about?"

[__WaterFox__ 636]

"Just the random cultures falling out of the air. It's fun making a new culture, want to make another one with me?",she said with a grin. Shen then stopped her pacing and sat back on the root, gaze locked firmly on Artimec

Edited December 9, 2015 by Master Khen'aum

[Lima 774]

Uiron encounters this on a nice walk. He seems to be absolutely perplexed.

"Do elaborate stranger, what confuses you about our identity compared with the High Elves?"

Edited December 9, 2015 by Lima

[Elvrohir Aureon 210]

Seems like exclusion based on purity is a High Elf quality. You are more Mali'aheral with this rant than half of Laureh'lin.

[__WaterFox__ 636]

"You weren't listening",she said with a nods towards Elv

[Areon 947]

Saria sits nearby staring at a book, she mumbles "I wish I could read."

[Your Favorite Impure 736]

Alirya rested against the root of one of the large trees of Laurehlin, brown skin almost blending with the bark. She starred straight up with an increasingly annoyed expression, ears flickering as each person walked by.

 

"Someone, do tell me what is with these mutts? Pretty tattoos that are supposedly old practice, use of a dead language that is... you know, dead. And what is with all the peaches and tans calling themselves wood elves? Seem more like high elves disowned due to their shortness.",she then let out a soft laugh,"I suppose I am being a bit hypocritical, I get my height from my father's peachiness, but atleast I don't act like a mutt. I looked at my mother's wood elven heritage and not only did it color my skin like an oak, but I let the teachings of my kin seep into my heart. These mutts they don't let it seep in, they put it on like a makeup and hope it gives them identity"

 

She jumped up and began to pace around, dark hair wisping about in the wind each time she dug her heel into the ground and turned

 

"Mutts... These mutts, I should be more kind, but they still act like mutts. I'll accept you, you peachy mutts, when you use your elven gift to look at nature. When you see it's laws, it's tragic poetry, it's traumatizing sites, and know the truth. I'll accept you, when you stop being high elves with the face paint of a wood elf! Observe! Analyse! A fawn can do that much and determine who is a predator and who is a friend. Quite trying to make an identity and be formed by nature,JUST LOOK AT IT!"

 

Alirya let out a huff of air and shook her head as her rant ended, she continued pacing from one side to the other a bit more calmly

 

"Nice to see that Ebs isn't the only old elf who comes around to complain." Aenor idly comments upon hearing yet another elf who isn't around often enough to know what's really going on "I fail to see the logic behind those who leave their kin, only to come back to rant about things that they, quite frankly, have no idea about."

[__WaterFox__ 636]

"Aenor, in all the recent times I have stopped by Laurehlin, I end up leaving due to oddly childish behavior or a lack of people. As for not knowing what is going on, Artimec is dictating culture and you are not even going to question him? What of the bronze elves, that culture was dictated. It just dosn't work that way"

((Woot, 500

Edited December 9, 2015 by Master Khen'aum

[Birdnerdy 1539]

Enoch facepalms. 

[Gone 869]

A confused looking Cheza murmurs out "She sounds more like a high elf than I do."

[__WaterFox__ 636]

"No one listens do they? Actually read into things. A dark elf would be pretty ticked off if, quite a few of you, started running about saying you were dark elves"

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[Gone 869]

"The only ones calling themselves wood elves that I've seen are ones with wood elven blood in them. And considering how the culture that has come to life recently is similar to druidic culture it's not like it's race exclusive. Anyone can choose to follow it as shown by local dark elves I've seen about. Perhaps if you have such a problem with that then you really do belong with the high elves because next you'll be saying only wood elves should live in the walls." With that Cheza wanders off to find a quieter place to sit.

[__WaterFox__ 636]

"What if I said wood elves should act like wood elves?",she said with a grin

[Cave_Creature 467]

Salhassan listens to the woman, and the small crowd of debaters, for a moment with intrigue. "What do you think wood elves should act like? Our people have embraced these same things that are now being reintroduced since Malin's time. The closer we are to our history, our ancestors and their beliefs - more than their blood - the closer we are to the Aspects. The Aspects are as integral to our people as our bows. We uphold some of their traditions, like the ilmyumier, as we strive for that closeness our ancestors once had. And no elf, whether he have nothing but high, wood or dark elf in him or a bit of any three subraces, should be denied this."

She shifts the bow on her back, hides and leathers covering her head-to-moccasinned-toe. "Speaking of nature, I find your attempts at poetry rather...basal. I hardly believe you know a thing more about the character of all of life than any human I could pluck from a city street. If I understand you correctly, these high elves posing as wood elves - which I find amusingly hypocritical, since you yourself say you have high elf blood - are much less enlightened about the Aspects' realm than yourself. Do tell us what we all seem to be missing."