The water glistened as the sun shined brightly on the endless Lake Aelin. The weather was warm and simply the best for the climate of Arda. As the sun shined endlessly all was quiet. Everything was peaceful just the way Aelita liked it. Aelita smiled quietly as she quickly ran to the bushes checking to see if anyone was here. No one. As she grinned she watched as her whole body began to shake. For some people it seemed strange but for Aelita it was habit. Her human ears became longer as her hair, a shade of brown became blonde. Aelita was a shapeshifter as she was quite used to this buisness of transforming. Aelita watched her legs grow much slender and some what prettier. She was transforming into an elf. Aelita was a human for several months and wanted to strecth her legs.

Aelita's body stopped shaking and once again everything was still and calm. A smile broke on her face as she quickly ran to the edge of the lake. Yallume*! Oh thank heavens!, she thought quietly in Elvish as she grinned. She was happily enjoying the waves as she took out her kitten Kara and began petting her softly. "Ahh. Can't you believe we finally made it to the lake after all the rush, Kara? We should be eating now. I'm quite hungry!" Now let's see what should we eat. . .", she said brightly, getting out some stew from her travel pack. It was quite tiring. Aelita had been trudging for years finding a home away from home. In fact ever since she disgised herself as the old maiden Daku, Aelita wanted a residence. She wanted to live in a house like everyone else. But Aelita was too hmph. . . weird. She was the mysterios Atani Shapeshifters. Not even Aelita knew her past. She didn't know where she came from and how she was born.

As she began to dig in her food she gasped and stop eating for a bit. A person was trudging their way as she could see it. She could faintly see the silloette of the person and couldn't tell what race it was. [colot=blue]"Mankoi?" Mankoi? Mankoi? Mankoi?** URGH! Why do stupid intruders have to ruin the fun. ."[/color] she muttered quietly.

(OCC: Elvish translations: *= At Last **=Why?)

The sun glittered mercilessly upon the silver tresses of his head. ::Lake Aelin,:: he thought as his vision skimmed the water. ::Named by humans no doubt:: His mind remarked with a good dose of surliness. In his dialect, “Aelin,” or “Ailin” more specifically, meant simply “Lake”. “So like the humans to botch even the process of naming,” he spoke quietly, as he moved along the shoreline.

Lómenrainë regarded the woman with unfettered curiosity. Truth be told, he had been sitting here first; lounging in what passed for the local version of an alalmë, or elm tree. ::No doubt the humans must have named this tree alalmë:: He mused. The woman had come along ruining otherwise what he could consider an agreeable train of thought. “Human,” Lómenrainë divulged softly.

It was then he noticed the woman had paused, after finishing a cursory examination of the area. The woman began to vibrate softly, changing subtly at first. It didn’t take long for the woman to finish her transformation. “Yallume! Oh thank heavens!” She had proclaimed loudly. It was then Lómenrainë noticed he had almost fallen from the tree. Not only was she not a human, but she was an elf that knew the language!

Manners dictated that he should not have been here to watch her transformation. ::Wars have started over less,:: his mind shouted in clear warning. Lómenrainë moved from the tree, his steps silent as he moved away. He had circled around the woman’s encampment missing the playful banter with cat, and the beginning of lunch.

Lómenrainë started noisily up the path, making his presence known while still being unobtrusive. Custom dictated he had to wait for her invitation before being able to approach formally. He noticed the woman seemed to be muttering something to herself. Lómenrainë thought little of it, after all, he himself did it often enough. Lómenrainë stopped close enough to be easily distinguished, a touch of enamored admiration was written across his features. His white silken over-robe stirred, as restless a child, in the light wind.

Lómenrainë inclined at the waist in respect. Eyes of amethyst gazed intently through a waterfall of silver, “Massánië*,” spoke formally in greeting.

*Simply “Lady” in the highest form of respect.