The connection to the earth soothed the elf in a manner to surpass even her expectation. She was breathing in the fresh grassy scent in contemplative silence when she heard her given name said clearly above her.

[i]“Ayla. We need to talk.”[/i]

She cast her gaze abruptly to the speaker, eyes looking refreshed and calm. The wear on her face from her demonstration in the captain’s cabin had been rewritten by nature’s touch and the elf resumed her young, smooth complexion. 

“Of course,” she quickly agreed, collecting the box of books and cloth. She rose and stood at attention, casting her glance only briefly toward the lighthouse she had avoided. Had she been identified? She bit her lip and looked to the hills before back to the captain.

“Should we go further from the path or…” She trailed off, finding she was unsure of what this sudden proclamation meant for her and her position upon The Silver Wing.