Julia Verne
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Aeowen hadn't been intending to get married anytime soon. Sure, she spent quite an unusual amount of time in the human capitol, but it was only because the heir and princess happened to be one of her best friends. Aeowen was still a young elf, but like most of her kind, she had her wits about her. As much as she was scolded to never make good friendships with humans, she found herself attached to the human despite being nearly a hundred years old. Humans never ceased to amaze Aeowen. As impulsive as the species was, she also learned that they were admirable and hearty. But what Aeowen had never seen coming was her engagement to a human. She was infuriated by this. Her people had very well given her a husband that she would outlives by centuries. Even if she did come to like him, he would age and Aeowen would not. She had heard he delved in magic, which did preserve a human for some time longer... if they were good at it. Aeowen had met wise master wizards who were hundreds of years old.

[color=]I do not see the purpose of this engagement. It is utterly pointless,[/color] she thought bitterly, pacing the corridors of the castle she was brilliantly familiar with. Aeowen came from a well-bred family, who would have thought they would want to break their pure lineage like this. Maybe they saw great things in his future, but Aeowen did not know if she could bring herself to love any human other than her dear friend, the princess. However, that did not mean she would not try to understand him. Her father had reasons for doing things and if he requested that she finally settle down and marry this human, then she would. Aeowen's days wandering the forest were done. Her first century of life should have been enough time for folly, but she felt that she was not sated. She had always dreamed of travel and living on the edge. She had once intended to marry a ranger and live out in a glade where they could spend eternity dancing and singing. It had been a romantic dream, but no normal elf, especially a ranger, would even consider courting Aeowen. The Oakheart family had too much political power and it seemed they'd much rather marry one of their few precious heirs to a human than one of their kind.

Brushing back her long, golden tendrils of hair Aeowen made her way toward the rear exit of the palace. The stone building was nothing like the one back home. She found that it could become rather stuffy and undesirable for an elf, whom preferred the open and fresh air. Her gossamer dress of shifting silks and elf woven fabrics set her apart from those that the humans wore. They portrayed her extravagant culture, telling those who might not have seen her ears or slender torso, that she was of the elven race.

The castle was enormous, it took her several minutes before she was finally making her way out of the stone prison. The sun glanced down at her from the sky, basking her skin in warmth. Before her, she could see the flourishing gardens that were tended to almost more than the royalty. Aoewen always found the most comfort being around vegetation. With such a large garden, Aoewen could get herself lost in it. She found her way in, finding a marble bench to sit upon. She reached over, toward a thorny rose bush, admiring the forming buds. With the tips of her fingers she let a small amount of energy into the flower. The lips parted and great pink petals opened in full bloom.