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After the destruction that followed Arcus, the Crown of Elvenesse was established in the east of Almaris. It was in this Elven nation was Glynnii, as well as many others, born following The Wild Path as her parents have. Conceived between the union of two Wood Elves, High Elven blood present in her father, Glynnii Taevas was born with a small head of deep, chocolate brown and blue eyes that hold a gray tint to them due to the High Elven blood in her slowly faded as a result of time, but her mother adored her and her younger brother's ashy eyes nonetheless, who was born a little more than a decade after her, obeying the curse that has plagued the Elves of the Realm ("That father of yours prayed to The Mother nearly everyday," her mother chuckled with fondness buried in her smile lines). Like many Wood Elves, the young girl grew up embraced in the life of the forests and animals, and ultimately, the towering trees that covered the sunlight like curtains and the wildflowers wet with morning dew became her first loves in this life. She loved the feeling of the Earth underneath her nails and between the spaces of her toes and how you can see the white fire of the stars behind the canopy of leaves. The forests are ever so generous, hiding beauty behind beauty all for you to discover, and it'd be impossible to not fall in love with nature. Could you blame her after witnessing the Earth hold families of birds and squirrels in the palms of her hands of bark and provide shelter and food to the little elves who live underneath her skies? Glynnii grew up not only fascinated by the forests, but about their healing hands in the form of herbs. She was influenced by her mother who is a talented healer a part of the renowned Circle of Healing for her vast knowledge and keen eyes for choosing the most effective herbs from the forests. But she was not moved by her mother's dedication, but her avidity for healing others and witnessing the smiles of gratitude and happiness of her patients, knowing that their loved ones would no longer suffer from pain or illnesses. "Glyn, you should have seen how struck in love I was," her father told her with a sheepish grin as he recalled his youth, "I fell so deeply in love with your mother's passion." That was the last night her gentle father tucked her into bed; the very last night their family spent together before the ship he boarded the next morning was lost at sea, leaving his two children and wife on their own. Glynnii was only thirteen years old, with a younger brother who could barely lift up his head. It was around the time her father went missing did Glynnii take up the role to take care of her younger brother, to ease her grieving mother and provide her baby brother with the love of a father she was fortunate enough to grow up with. Like her father, she tucked him into bed and held his small hand until he fell asleep. Like her father, she gently rubbed his back as he sobbed into the crook of her neck, humming a nursery rhyme to soothe his hiccups. And like her father, on those sleepless nights, Glynni took him to gaze at the stars arranged so closely together to light up the night sky, in hopes of awakening in him the same love she held for nature. So when her little brother asked her the dreaded 'When is papa coming back?,' the twenty year old couldn't say anything but tousle the same chocolate tresses on his little head and painfully whisper, "Cernunnos returned him to the Earth." It was then she realized that she could never give her brother what their father gave her. He's gone. ("Your father is still here, my Glyn," her mother mumbled to her daughter later that day, when the moon had risen to guide the lost back home. "He is the pine tree near his favorite lake, the honey bees you see buzzing around our peonies, and most of all," her calloused but warm hand was placed against Glynnii's fluttering heart, "he is with you, in here." On that silent night, she shed her first and last tears over her father's death.) Glynnii finished her basic education at the age of eighteen, fluent in both the Common and Elvish Tongues, and quickly moved on to her mother's dusty medical books that hadn't seen the light of date for over many decades in hopes of following in her footsteps to enter the Circle of Healing as she did. As she entered her thirties, not looking a day over twenty, her thirst for more knowledge and experience for the art of healing has led her to seek further beyond what could be found between the dusty bookshelves and worn leather-bound journals of her mother's notes on herbs. Perhaps the time had come for the sapling to finally grow its branches.