You hear a rustling of leaves above you. A glance up reveals an elf maiden sitting on the branch of a tree, her legs swinging off the side. She leans against the tree trunk, her silvery-white hair crowned by a garland of flowers.

The elf gives a little start and almost falls off the branch, catching herself before she topples off. She didn't notice someone had approached her until you were right below her. Tilting her head like a curious bird, she peers at you through wide spring-green eyes.

"H-hello there." She says cautiously, unsure of how to address you. She puts a hand on the tree trunk to steady herself. It's a shame you've already spotted her because now she couldn't hide and pretend she didn't notice your presence. She had already initiated a conversation.

"I um, don't recall seeing you around these parts before." She continues. Even if you were from Doraith, she probably wouldn't recognize you anyway. Nellas spent most of her time in the wilderness and rarely visited the Elven halls, so she wasn't all too familiar with its residents.