Hubert and Frances Dunn followed the sounds of a wailing babe to the edge of their fields where they found an infant girl. She had pale skin and pointed ears, and the couple knew immediately what they had found. Tumbleton sat within the outermost edge of the eastern Falwood, where the trees were numerous but not choking, and the bark not thick enough to where they could not be cut to make fields. The people were well aware of the elves, but they tended to live deeper in the forest and were seldom heard from. They tried, for a few days, to see if any were nearby and could claim the child, but they were not equipped to venture deep into the woods. They cared for the child in the mean time, and when no one came to claim her after several weeks, began to think of her as their own.

Raising an elf is no small task for humans. Aurelia grew slowly, much slower than their own children. She was still very much a child by the time her adopted siblings were married and having children of their own. She did not reach adulthood until she was 70 years old. In this time her adopted parents had passed, as had a handful of her siblings. She had been raised in part by her own nieces and nephews, who were now middle-aged with families of their own.

Aurelia took to the family farm easily. She did not tire quickly and required little food to sustain herself. She absorbed all the wisdom her parents could impart, then from the rest of her family and the village as a whole.

Her family has moved on, though, it has become clear. While a few relatives remain close, the subsequent generations have either moved elsewhere or hold less connection to the old family ways. Tumbleton had always been a stable home for her, but she has begun to feel a pull from afar. A wanderlust common to elves that come of age.

Having been a staple presence in the town for nearly a century, she was gifted supplies by almost everyone as she set off to forge her own path.