Her deep crystal blue eyes peered out from under dark lashes. Ethenlia had always been followed around by young men. With her long, wavy dark hair falling around her like a silhouette, she definitely caught the eyes of many. But this of course disgusted her because she would live forever (unless someone killed her that is) and they would maybe live to be 75. To her kind she was not exactly considered a great beauty. The elves are known for their stunning looks but Ethenlia stood out from the rest of them. Or she did in her own opinion. She was tall in the sight of humans but short in the sight of her own. Her soft pale face glowed in the moonlight. A circlet of gold hung around her head. She was royalty, the third in line to the throne. This, she also hated and on this night her face showed it. Tonight was the elves end of year celebration. Her cherry red lips were pushed into a straight line and her dark brows were scrunched into a frown. She stared down at her lap and folded and unfolded her hands uneasily. Suddenly she felt a tap on her shoulder. Thankfully it wasn’t another distant relative come to exchange pleasantries. It was her closest friend Calathen. His wavy blonde hair caught the breeze and blew messily around his face. She stood up neatly and excused herself from the table. Calathen was her first, and only friend. They had met a mere five years before. His father had an important position in Estoriel and was assigned a job in the capital. His father brought Calathen, thinking it would be good for him to see their capital. When they arrived his father immediately was called to speak with Ethenlias mother. Her mother was thinking almost the same thing as Calathens father, that it would be good for Ethenlia to experience a meeting with a noble. At first they stood awkwardly but when there parents sat and began talking about things that hardly made any sense to them. At that time they were excused. So with nothing to do they walked. After a while it was more natural and they talked for long about many things. The beginning was quite like this night. They walked together sighlently until they were far enough away for no one to hear. She sighed loudly throwing her head back, “thank you!” She exclaimed. “I felt as if I would die. Being stuck at a table with all those stuffy nobles is like being suffocated with a pillow of fake kindness. Calathen laughed and looking back to the banquet table said, “ I wasn’t having such a good time either. It seems my brother has found it a good idea to tell his friends story’s about my childhood. In his opinion they are very amusing.” He rolled his eyes and shaking off his annoyance said, “Then I looked over at you and well… let’s just say it looked like you needed a break.”