Weaver I
Aisha and Sylvaris were sitting at a table on the top of a very tall tree that allowed them to overlook the majority of the Elven capital. And they weren't the only ones there.
On another seat, a beautiful woman who had bark like skin could be seen, her eyes closed as she took a sip from a cup made from very high quality wood.
When she finished, she gently placed down the cup and opened her eyes which were a beautiful Verdant.
"So, it would appear that this Christopher person is a lot more significant than the two of you initially thought, despite little Felicia here having a vision that the fate of this world depends on him. His recent feats have solidified this point even more." She spoke and Sylvaris and her daughter nodded respectfully.
