[i]"A human? You have to be joking mother."[/i] Dionaea said, her hand resting on her hip. She was young and full of spirit, as shown in her bright brown eyes. [b]"I am not joking."[/b] her mother spoke, her hand outstretched pointing to some of the other elves who were huddled speaking. [b]"See for yourself, listen for yourself."[/b] Dia walked outside of her home to where the group of people were speaking. She did not interrupt but merely listened as her elders spoke. They had all different sort of tales, all of which cast humans as tricksters and users. They only wanted to cause harm to elves, so if one was headed here it was for his own benefit. 

It was only when the human himself appeared that she believed he was even real. The creature definitely wasn't as monstrous as she had imagined. His face pudgy and slightly unnerved. The man walked slowly between the other elves, stopping in front of Dia. Her mouth parted slightly in shock, as he handed the letter to her directly. [b]"For you, miss."[/b] he said, speeding off from where he came. People looked over, confused and curious. Dia clutched the letter to her chest, dashing back home as people followed quickly behind.

She closed the door, her back planted against it. [i]"The human gave me a letter!"[/i] she exclaimed as her mother came over and snatched it straight from her hands. Knocks were heard on the door and ignored as Dionaea pleaded, [i]"What does it say! Read it to me!"[/i] she asked, as her mother's eyes peered to and fro, [b]"It's Sadron, you're requested at the High Concil!"[/b] Dia was swept up in curiosity and slight fear. She snatched the letter back from her mother, so she could look at what it says with her own eyes:

[color=gray]Greetings, Dionaea Sycamore
Your presence is required at High Council Hill by eight in the morning tomorrow. 
Bring your gear. You will have to stay for a fortnight or longer, so additional travel provisions will be provided upon arrival.
~ Sadron Aphaderuiondur[/color]

The knocks on the door became more furious, the curiosity overtaking the people as Dia's mother opened the door and try to explain everything. Rumors were everything to the elves, they lived and breathed their tales of the past and their prejudices against things based on what their forefathers had laid down for them. [i]"I'm going."[/i] Dia said, as her mother turned. [b]"I suppose you must."[/b] she replied, a bit of sadness in her voice. She was the woman's 15th child but each and every child was important to the community. 

Dia grabbed her backpack and packed enough gear for both the travel and for the time there. She was given blessings by some of the elders in the woods of Nise'corona and given hugs and kisses by her brothers and siblings both young and old. Her parents were the last to see her off as they embraced her and told her to make them proud. She nodded, her light blonde hair pulled into a short braid. [b]"Be yourself, and no one can ever say you failed."[/b] Dia's father spoke, his slender hand on her shoulder as he looked into her eyes. [i]"Yes papa."[/i] she said, as she turned to face the path to go towards High Council. Whistling a small tune, she began her journey.