“What’s that giggling?”
“Shh , she will hear us”
“She is beautiful, what is she?”
 
“You can come out, I know you are there I can hear you”
“Don’t be afraid little ones.”
 
The children came closer , mesmerised by the beautiful being that stood in front of them.
One plucked up the courage to speak:
 
“Wha..what..who are you? I’ve never seen anyone like you before.”
 
She giggled again. “I am Bliss, I am an elf!”
 
“An Elf? With wings?”     
 
“Yes, aren’t they magnificent?”
 
There are many strange beings that inhabit the realm, but the winged elven folk are among the rarest. A shy, private and peaceful race, they hardly ever allow themselves to be seen and, even more rarely, interact with other races.