"Tighten that headscarf; don't let anyone see those eyes of yours," growled the Forest Elf, his wolf-head facial tattoo glinting in the dim light. She was still half-awake.
They walked along the aerial bridge made of vines and branches, leaving the tree hole and making their way from the top of one giant tree to another.
The aerial bridge, wide enough for a carriage, was not man-made, but a product of the giant tree's natural growth.
That's right. Even if there were handrails and guardrails on the bridge, and there was a fall-proof net woven from vines under the bridge, it was still a product of nature.
The Forest Elves, bound by ancient contract, were forbidden to harm the forest in any way, including chopping down trees and using flames. But any civilization relied on these very things for survival.
