Queen of Everything
Tentatively, Odvara looks across the table at Elora, "You're like me? Your father was an elf?" It is clear from her tone, Odvara has never met a fellow half-elf before. The cooking fire in the stone pit cracks and hisses, hungering for more wood.
Elora smiles warmly at the girl, hoping to put her at ease. "Actually, I am not entirely sure. I don't remember my parents very well. I am like you. We have powers. And maybe that scared them, I don't know. But they left me here with a wise woman who raised me and she would never speak of them, no matter how many questions I asked. But I must have an elf in the family somewhere." She touches the tip of an ear and shrugs. "It doesn't bother me much, no one here really cares." She smiles again. "But I know it's not like that everywhere, which is one of the reasons I wanted to help you. I understand how things can be for us. Good AND bad." Elora gently touches Odvara's hand. "If you ever want to talk about anything, I am here if it pleases you."