Sarrow was walking through the city since early morning. Now it was around noon and she still hadn't had anything to eat, as she was constantly reminded by her grumbling stomach. Sighing she set out in search of some fresh fruit or vegetables to eat. Finally finding some she went back to her home to eat them. Sitting outside with her short bow and arrows close at hand. As she picked away at her food she felt a few people staring at her probably thinking how strange she was to be sitting on the ground, leaning against her house, eating. She didn't really care what people thought but didn't exactly know how to make a good impression. Her long black hair fell in sheets over her shoulders as her electric blue eyes watched the movement within the city.
Selvanosilos hated coming home. It was always the same. Check out his story to make sure he asn't lieing, that he was in fact the son of a human sailor that had regularly done buisness in the city, and had become an honorary citizen after marrying an elf, who ahd turned out to not be an elf but a dragon, and so on and so forth. Selvanosilos admitted taht tthe story did sound like a stretch, but you think after a few decades they'd have the routine down by now. he really hoped the visit was worth it.
A few hours later, he had clearance. They had confirmed who he was and that he'd been hired to guard a carravan that was heading out in three days. He was free to explor the city. Finally. Although I just know everybody's going to stare at me. I live here twenty years, you'd think they'd remember me at least a little. Still, I can't blame them too mutch. Elves don't think in days, but decades. If something's not always there, like the trees, it's not worth them rememberng. Selvanosilos glared a bit at those staring and wipering about him, and doubly so at the childeren mocking him by playign that he's a monster. Still, I could do without the hassle every single time I visit. He scratched his arm. he hated when people made a big deal of his heratige.
As she looked up and saw the man walking through the street she realized that he hadn't been here in a while although she knew him... from somewhere. She watched as the kids mocked him and stood up walking towards him. "If you ignore them they won't go to their parents and get you in trouble... believe me." she said shrugging. "I'm sorry I know you from somewhere but I really don't know where." she said looking a bit emarrased and still serching for his name inside her head. Sarrow waited for an answer as she looked deep in her head and couldn't find it even though it was on the tip of her tounge.
Silvanosilos had the feeling he'd met this elf befroe as well. Searching his memory, he came up with the answer first. "Sarrow right? Your mother is a friend of my father, Reithe, the human merchant. I last saw you about five, six years ago. How are you doing?" he asked, trying to be polite. Thre was no sense in moving away from a freindly face. He had few enough around as it stood, and he could ill aford to put anyone else out.