_{Laughter trilled in the air as the she-elf who once stood on the branch of the tall cedar, now sat swinging her feet with a hand clasped close to the tree’s trunk, Shaking her head, fox-red curls swayed around her form as emerald optics smiled fondly upon the shapeshifter who called up to her
           ”What do you think you are doing?” Humor was apparent on her melodious tone.}