It was midday, the sun beamed through the leaves of the forest near Green Fall. A young Elven girl sat on a large stone in the middle of the clearing, her flute raised to her lips. A soothing, soft tune echoed through the forest as the sun shone down upon her. A gentle breeze circled her, gently brushing the grass. At her feet lay a sleeping pup, it lay still, save for the movement from it's breath. She had discovered her magic during the tournament which had passed a week ago, but the discovery was quite an unpleasant shock. She could still remember the feeling of her magic 'snapping' in her mind. However, now she noticed the flow of her magic as it intertwined with the music she played. What it did was unknown to her, but she knew that it was there. Flowing like a stream or even like the breeze that gently swept her hair and clothing.

She could feel the presence of other creatures within the forest as their movements made distinct sounds that she could hear. It was strange. Ever since the tournament, her hearing had become a lot sharper, which allowed her to hear such subtle sounds. She wasn't concerned about the dangers of the forest though. She felt no signs of blood lust nor aggression. Just calm.