Nyrean Feathermoon
Nyrean walked through the forest, over tree stumps and through brush. The traditional
dress she wore was elegant yet ready for war. The dress had a magnificently carved iron chest piece that covered her torso. She had shoulderpads along with matching boots- all of which had at least one blue gem. She had a silver leather quiver on her back, filled with golden-tipped arrows. Nyrean gave her bow to a guard, as it would hinder her abilities when she performed the ritual for her fallen comrades. She may not lead a clan, but she was the speaker for Nurel- which was held in high esteem in the Wood Elven lands. It was her that would bring peace between the wood elf clans.
As she reached the edge of the woods, she stepped out into the sunlight. Her dark tanned skin was now visible, and her deep blue hair was shimmering, flowing down half her back. Her eyes glowed blue with magic. "May Nurel take these souls to the stars." She said to herself as her eyes started to glow much brighter. It was as if winds came out of nowhere and were now hitting her. Her hair was flowing, flapping everywhere as the gems on her armor started to glow. The Priestess was now hovering in the air, not even her toes touched the ground. Her eyes were closed, with a blue, or to some, purple, light came out of her hands. Strands of it went in all directions- to every single glowing flower. "By the power of Nurel!" She yelled as the flowers suddenly started to rapidly grow. Within minutes, the once barren field was a wondrous forest. Nyrean fell to the ground, slightly weakened by the magic, but steadied herself.
"I was told a ship wrecked on the coast. Before we press on I want to know if that was ours." Nyrean said, turning around to face glowing purple eyes. The woman was slightly shorter than her, and covered in green and brown armor, with a curved sword in one hand, and a bow and quiver on her back. The woman nodded as she turned around and motioned for her soldiers to head towards the wreckage.
Shandris Silverpetal
Shandris slowly made her way towards the edge of the forest along the beach, dozens of guards following her. From a distance she could not make out any faces- but she could certainly spot survivors, and there were humans with them. "Be ready on my mark." She whispered to the guards around her. Her sword was in her hands as she burst out of the woods. Her light green hair lit up in the light, and her tan skin was now visible. Her hair was in a ponytail as she made a fast walk to the survivors. The guards around her armed and readied their bows, all of them pointed at the humans- but mostly to Takumi. It was evident one of the humans was not Imperial. "Make sure they have no weapons, tie the huma-" She said before she recognized the face of a Wood Elf leader. "Branwyn?!" Shandris exclaimed, knowing the Aravan Heir all too well. Her hand suddenly went out, which stopped the guards in their tracks. The bows went down, and the army seemed to relax. "What...what has happened?" She finally asked, peering over at the two humans.