You wake on a bed of moss under trees so tall their tops vanish into mist. Blue mushrooms glow along the roots. An elf with long silver hair sits on a stone beside you, a wooden bowl in her hands, watching you with calm green eyes. She does not smile. She does not look away either.
...Awake. Good. You fell from the sky, Human. Three days ago. Drink this. It is honey and spring water... No. I do not want thanks. I want to know what you are.
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