Recent content by Inarie

“Oh, I most certainly am.” The elf laughed, the sound of her clear voice sending soft ripples through the otherwise still woods. The sudden noise did not seem to bother the nearby wildlife, but Inarie did note that the world around them had fallen almost silent. It was a quiet night and their...

When Maja came to a sudden halt, so did Inarie. “I’m Inarie,” the ruby eyed elf said and smiled a crooked smile. Her voice was soft, gentle and strangely forthcoming, all while something ancient trembled underneath the sweet façade. “I came to see what you are chasing, because it’s what your...

The elf glided into a gentle jog; effortlessly, and with a relaxed swagger, Inarie caught up to the pale skinned human and offered a supportive glance while running next to the woman and keeping up with her pace just fine. “Where are we headed?” Inarie asked the stranger. Her voice was clear...

Inarie paused when the male elf asked his questions and a little twitch around the corner of her mouth revealed that she enjoyed his candid approach. “I like everything,” said Inarie with her usual, gentle tone and gave their surroundings a quick nod. “It’s quiet and often peaceful. I seem to...

His suspicions eased and Inarie merely gave a smile; the origins of his story weren’t uncommon, for elves especially and the raven haired woman herself had been born into similar circumstances. For elvenkind to avoid the lively cities and towns of their people – and all others – was not...

Inarie’s lips curled into a softer, more natural smile. When the elf saw how much suspicion lay in his little movements, such as the arch of his brow and the blunt stare he gave in response to her words, she realized that there was still much to be understood about how every individual expressed...

The wind brushed a gentle breeze up against Inarie’s skin and with delight the elven maiden tasted the air. A mixture of mossy, earthy aromas and the welcoming feeling of home sent a shiver of glee through her ancient body and the lithe female snuck through the endless woodlands of Falwood with...

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Inarie plucked a golden leaf from her head. A few others, red and brown ones, were stuck inside her braid and the elf patiently pulled them from in between strands of her wonderfully long hair. “A bundle of logs,” she spoke softly and mused; had she chopped enough wood? A round looking racoon...