Elves

From Shazrasha

“So Allandria left you here again did she?” Gremin stretched out in preparation for the days training. "Too gritty are you? She not want you inside the council chambers?” He checked the binding clothes on his hands with the care borne of years. Cara removed her bands she had been holding in her teeth to tie her hair tightly. “No, I choose to stay here, there is no need for me to enter the city.” She too began the series of stretches. Gremin paused to look at her solemnly. “But you never enter the city proper when you visit. Do you not want to see it.” Cara grimaced. “I have seen it. I prefer to stay here.” Gremin smiled at that. “You seem disapproving of the Silver City. How can that be? Surely it is the height of civilisation.” She threw her head back in a movement more akin to her wolf form. “A civilisation for pampered scholars maybe, not one for me. They have created a society in which you must be as they are to survive. Learning is the only tool, and they make me feel useless merely because I cannot read" “I see.” “Do not get me wrong, they are always kind, but I can never throw the feeling that they are somehow judging me. Thinking my intelligence is wasted because I do not want to settle down and make my life easy. Because I choose to learn by doing and not by listening. I choose to see and touch the sights rather than experience them as illusions, I don't have the time to waste.” She blushed, realising she was becoming more than a little bitter sounding. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “One on one, I find the elves can be the truest friends but together in a pack...I find them hard to fit in with.” Gremin smiled. “Do not worry, I think they know, even before you move in the arena, that you are anything but useless.