Serian and Antar walked across the rope bridge that led to the wooden Tree-hut of Netosan and T’Mira. Most forest towns in Everlorn were built like this, a vast network of rope bridges connecting large wooden structures suspended from the ground on Ova Trees. Often Ova Trees were hollowed out and housing built inside them.
This was South Larkan, where Netosan and T’Mira lived. Antar lived in Nipora with Serian, a White Marbelus city that looked very different; it probably had more in common with Donimor.
They were on their way to another celebration. The party after the awards in Donimor had been great and had tired them out somewhat. They walked at a ponderous pace, wearing casual tunics instead of their military uniforms.
They also walked alone, by preference. Elves are normally quite solitary, and mostly believe one other Elven is enough company most of the time. But at times of great victory or other happenings, they are typically found in the company of just about everyone they’ve ever known.
“Which is Netosan’s home?” Antar asked.
Serian tried to extend her height slightly, to Antar’s level. She jutted her head about to see the houses around in detail. She shrunk back a little as she came off her toes, and pointed ahead.
“That one.” She said with a commander’s certainty.
Minutes later, they were in the main room of Netosan’s home. As they entered, Netosan’s familiar laugh greeted them.
“Ah, Serian! Ha ha! Good to see you. And of course, Antar.” His voice was deep and jolly. He was older than both Elves, at 35, and whenever he talked he laughed. “So nice that you could make it.”
They sat and talked for a while. “So,” Serian began, “What are you going to call your baby?” She glanced at the small baby in the arms of T’Mira. “She’s wonderful little dear isn’t she?” She leant over and smiled at the small pointy-eared child.
“Well, that is what we are about to announce!” Netosan beamed.
“We are about to name her.” T’Mira said.
As Netosan laid the baby Elven onto a circular table, she sniffed a little, gazing at the ceiling above silently with huge blue eyes. Netosan and T’Mira held hands, and with the other hand, made a sweeping motion over the infant. Serian and Antar walked up on either side of them, and did the same.
“May you live a great life, Serian-Kupori-Everlorn!” Netosan said to the baby and, turning to Serian, added “In your honour, dear friend. May she become a great warrior too.”