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The day was unusualy warm, although that was nothing new really. For Luthelien, every day had seemed unusually warm. She was adjusting quickly though. A year out side of the kaer under the open sun, it was a wonder. He father Valandil had already begun construction on the House's new home. Most true elven homes took years to grow. The tree had to grow and be shaped very slowly. Ties and leads directing branches in a circular pattern to form the walls of a house, multiple trees in a circle, others that would be grown to massive size for the higher levels. For may homes it took decades and great patience.

Valandil had patience, but he also had his father's grimoires. And his grand fathers, and his great grandfathers. All of the men in her family line had been strong elementalist, and all were ver meticulous with their notes. Living in Wyrm Wood, one simply had to have the proper elven home. It would not do for the descendants to not know how to make repairs. And like his sires, her father was a talented elementalist. He followed the strict path of Sa’mistisha , and was currently following the path of the Wizard. But he had planned for years for the construction of a proper home on the surface. He used his elementalist powers now as if he had been using them for years.

So Luthelien watched as her father worked his great magic. She watched as he raised a new tree from a seedling to a tall strong oak, as the branches bent at his urging to form the starting walls of what would be the east wing, all three stories of it. Her sister Kyla watched as well. As usual, Kyla's critical eye was looking more towards how the defenses would work than how the structure was made. Kyla always thought of such things first.

A soft voice to her left was the only warning she had
Your father's work is quite exqusite. Even when we were children, he was planning on building his new home. His home of wood, and not stone. You should be proud. There are few elementalist that still know the old ways of growing homes. The proper way.

The smooth silky voice was familiar. It was Orelinda', their aunt, her father's sister. Luthelien's mother had no sisters, no other kin besides her husband and her two girls. Many families haad been broken by the time in the Dark. Orelinda' was family it was true, but she was ever a schemer.

Being raised on the stories of the intrigues of Court had taught her a keen mind, her father had said. One that she used qutie well. Kyla often said that Aunt Orelinda's keen mind should perhaps be put to better pursuits than plotting within her own family. Unfortunately, like thier father, Oreline' was also an accomplished warrior and elementalist, and currently followed the way of the Troubadour. Her silvered tongue was as quick as her balde had ever been, and as deadly. She had always seemed bored in the kaer. There was only so much you could do in such a confined area. She had seemed much happier since the Throalic Force had helped them to open the kaer.

What set her on edge though wasn't Aunt Orelinde'. Luthelien had always been careful to stay on her good side. No, what made her shoulders tense was Amrod stading next to his mother. The older of her two sons, he always felt the need to prove himself. Following the path of the warrior meant, to him, that the easiest way to do so was to out fight his cousins, Luthelien and Kylathien. Usually Luthelien. He was tall and black of hair, like his father. He had a way of glowering and smiling at the same time. Other women seemed to enjoy it, but for Luthelien and her sister, it just turned the stomach.

Aunt Orelinda' cotinued He'll be finished soon. I want you two to know something, so he doesn't spring it on you as one of his wicked suprises. She gave the girls a wink, like young girls gossiping over a boy might. Orelinde' was almost as old as her borther, at 150 years. But her beauty had been so enduring that by looks, she could have easily been another of the twins's sisters. She knew this, and enjoyed it. The fact that she and the twins looked much alike including their red hued hair, had only encouraged her more.

My brother has set a task for you. He wishes to send the two of you after an heirloom of our family. A very imporatant item that was lost some years ago. He is sending you off to Travar, on a hunting trip, as it were. Hunting Ork. Knowing him, he will set some false trails for you. False leads to make you run in circles. When you get to Travar, look up a human man by the name of Aristol. He is a wizard that I sometimes do business with, and owes me a favor. Talk to him, and mention my name. He will steer you right. Good luck to you both, my darling nieces. Make our family proud.

She gave a bow of her head, and moved gracefully away. Aunt Orelinde' rarely hugged, and never in public. For all of her plotting, not even Kyla could deny that Orelinde' loved the twins. Luthelien suspected she had wanted daughters.

Kyla couldn't help but snort once the pair were out of ear shot. I knew father was up to something. He's been smiling to much. Can you believe her? Trying to get us cheating already?! You remmeber the time we were to test for the second circle, and she had kept our oppponents up all night drinking?! For once I would like to know that I earned something properly.

And did you see Amrod? Always sneering. To think we share the same blood.