Leaves rustling about her waist, Kayva pressed through the great woods, her bare torso rising above the treetops. She had never bothered to measure herself exactly; but knew well enough that an adult human was about as tall as her longest finger. Certainly at first the experience had been enthralling; she had felt empowered, and excited to use that power to help people.
But then they had become afraid; her master unable to turn her back. Despite all assurances of her good intentions, Kayva had eventually found it best to just leave. She had been wandering the great forest for years now, completely alone except for in her dreams. Tonight did not look like it would be any different, she figured with a defeated sigh; her long tapered ears drooping down from where they protruded from her unkempt mane of fiery red hair.
Trodding onward she looked up to spot the massive tree growing in the crook of the hills she approached, a smile finally gracing her lips as her angular green eyes took it in; making her feel for a moment almost normal. The positively titanic dragon trees were rare even in the all but endless great wood; but Kayva knew by heart where many of them were. They were one of few things large enough for a dragon to roost in; and large enough to grow fruit worth their time, and by extension, for Kayva.
Strolling up to the tree with a saunter in her step she reached up to grab one of the, to her, low hanging fruit; an ovoid, ribbed thing with a skin of mottled gold. Swallowing the saliva that had built up in anticipation of her first good meal in a week, Kayva opened her mouth to take a bite when the crunch she had been expecting preceded her doing so.
Blinking she lowered her hand and glanced about, hearing what sounded like chewing from the far side of the tree. Wonderful, she thought to herself, another godsforsaken dragon. She rarely bumped into them; since they were oft out hunting at night, and even then most were amicable, but some had decided to fight her over "their" fruit, and the scarred clawmark down her freckled cheek was proof enough that they were trouble even for her.
Kayva, however, was not about to be scared away from a meal. Setting the fruit down and clenching her fists, she rounded the tree, ready to smack the stupid lizard square in the nose, but stopped with a yelp of alarm at what she found instead.
The man leaning up against the tree likewise jumped, dropping the fruit he was holding as he beheld the woman accosting him. "W-whoa, what..." He exclaimed, forcing his back up against the tree.
Kayva's hands fell to her side as she stepped back, dumfounded, "uh-uhmm..." was all she could manage. She stared at him stupidly; taking in a thin, athletic frame; not entirely well hid by the silken green trousers and open-fronted vest he wore, baring his chest and abs.
"E-eye's up here miss," he joked, moving his own from the shapely, freckled, totally naked woman that had appeared so suddenly.
Looking up, the elfess' gaze traced across his pointy chin and it's small patch of golden hairs, past his lips and nose and finally met his blue eyed gaze, her next breath heavy as an electric tingle ran up her spine.
His own ears giving an excited flick, the male elf runs a hand through his short shock of golden hair and smiles more naturally, "Umm...this is unexpected. U-umm, my name is Telthis, umm, miss...?"
"I err, ah, umm, Kayva!" She finally managed to reply, shaking her head, suddenly so very conscious of her frazzled hair and its cargo of leaves and broken twigs, of her scar and her nudity, "M-my name is Kayva...I...you're...big, like me."
"Hah, an astute observation, Kayva," the man replied, "I umm...it looks like you've been this way longer than me...are you...stuck?"
"O-of course I am! My master tried this stupid spell and...I've been wandering the woods scaring off everyone for..." She gave a small whimper, "...too long, far too long."
"O-oh hey, now, it's alright..." Telthis responded with a start, eyes full of worry as he reached out a hand, cupping her chin and running a thumb gently across her scar, tilting her head back a little to meet her gaze; "...I..." He began, but Kayva interrupted him.
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