The young woman who is entering the room is tall and willowy. You do not hazard to guess her age, but being an elf you know that she is likely much older than you. She moves with grace, smiling at you as she glided through the barracks to you.
"Good morning, noble lady, it is this ones pleasure to greet you. I see we are to be cohorts." You blink repeatedly, both at the stilted language, and now that she's closer, the rich indigo of her eyes. The color is so deep you could drown. You shake yourself out of your reverie, bowing, tail twitching as you speak, "Hail and well met dawnborn, I am called Brielle Aedui." You pause and then glance around, "I...it's nice to meet you?"
The elfin girl before you smiles, setting her small bag down on the bed, you notice eagerly, next to yours. "Brielle Aedui is two names, not three. This one has two names, which would be Calarel Petgeiros, you would have three, as one of noble..." she pauses then with a wry smile lets the last word slip from her lips. "...blood." You blush slightly, not sure how to interpret her speech. Dear Variel never spoke like this, but then elves are all strange, and potent, but too few to match the écu's trained legions and auxilia.
"Yes, I have a third name, but..." you pause, not sure at first why you hid your name. Most of your peers would be all too happy to explain their noble birth at length, and how that made them better. For some reason, you'd always had a strangely egalitarian stripe your mother never truly approved of. Then again, the graceful willow girl before you is an elf, and if anyone would understand it might be her, "I wish to prove myself, not my blood."
Calarel smiles, in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. Goodness, you had forgotten how stunning elves could be, just spending your time around a doddering eunuch. "There is wisdom and bravery in that. This one salutes you." You blink, "You...you do?" The laugh that follows from the elf is a twinkling silver bell of joy, "Yes, noble lady. Sing your own song, not your parents." She turns then, and without another word begins to unpack.
You are quite for a moment then pause, "I...which of the arts have you learned? I just learned the paths of ruling, change and creation, and have talent in the realms of body, animal and earth." It's a stupid discussion you know, but better to discuss something foolish than to stare and watch her unpack.
"I know only the path of destruction and the realm of air." You blink, "That...that's it? That seems....not very useful." The elf turns and smiles beatifically, "Yes. It is very limiting. But this one is quite good at it. You shall have to be shown." Calarel pauses, "This one's mother is also a herbalist, and learned her rituals and recipes. There is in this bag..." she taps it and grins, "...something special, something this one should not have, but which you, two-name noble, might enjoy...sometime." Then she does something you never imagined an elf would do and she winks. She seems about to speak again when the door practically slams open revealing...