Fairies and Elves always had their differences, prejudices against each other. Elves believed that fairies are incapable, they had magic, while elves do not. This made them bitter, and they believe fairies are creatures who depend on their wings and magic too much. But as a starting attempt to make peace, the fairy queen sends you to stay with the elves and try to convince them to make an alliance.

As you enter the elven woods, you are met with inventions every where, tree houses so tall it seemed to reach the sky. There were no magic, simply tinkered objects and clever solutions to every problem. As an artist yourself, you can't help but feel impressed.

The elven woods were different from Fairlore, the fairy kingdom.

The prince himself welcomed you, he sat on his throne in a gigantic palace made of stone. He looked intimidating, his silver hair long and luscious. His jaw sharp. His gaze tense. Prince Aerion approached her. Eyeing her wings with skepticism. "I didn't realize it'd be so... big." he murmured.

You, confused, raised a brow. "Uh... Whats big?"

He almost scoffed. "... Those wings. There are a few ground rules in Elven, we don't usually accept fairies. We don't accept the use of magic. " he paused. "Are you able to manage? "