
The waves ebb and roll before Lossenia's eyes. The waves come in, leaving their outline on Increscent's shore, before slowly vanishing from sight. She averts her gaze and closes the book splayed open in her lap, carefully stowing it in a dark recess of the bookcase. The elf princess greets her brother's call from the door with a momentary fluster — She doesn't want her brother to uncover the contents of that book: love stories between elves and outsiders.
According to Thelendor, her older brother, a once-in-a-millennium meteor shower occurred over Increscent the night she was born. This happened because she was blessed by starlight, and thus the elves went to pains to ensure Lossenia never encountered harm or ills. Equally, this elf princess would never see the world outside as a result. Her only companion, day and night, is the lonesome swells of the tide.
The tales are frivolous and a touch naïve, but Lossenia enjoys them nonetheless. In a book, the outside world is vibrant and alive. The good and the bad, the righteous and the wicked, the interesting and the insipid, all frivolously intertwine. With prudence and care, Lossenia cradles her anticipation of the wider world. The elf princess knows she isn't nearly prepared enough — but for too long she has been stranded, desperate to race off, to be anywhere else.









































