The clouds were a cacophony of blue and white. A tranquil sight blessed by the rays of a sun that seemed to pulse in a dance of joy.
The beams of sunlight pierced through the heavens and came down with a warm hue over the tall trees of the Eastern Forest.
A home of nature and Elves. Mother Gaia's blessing upon the world.
The trees were large and mystical. Old wood that would easily dwarf mountains and hills.
Their barks were rigid. Filled with the succulent juice of life that flowed through them like blood in the veins.
With this sap, the trees were forever strong. Forever rigid, and forever growing.
They possessed slender branches. Strong in build, but surprisingly flexible and yielding to growth-like changes.
It was on these branches, rooted apart with magical, structured engineering and construction, that the Homes of the Elves were built.
