walking lightly through a wood one evening. the setting sun sending spears of light through the bows. an elf hears the mew of her beloved kestrel. she gracefully pulls herself up a trunk & calls out in her own tounge. the bird comes to tell her news of happenings in the wood spied by it's keen eyes... are the orcs foraging at the kingdoms outskirts? ... are dwarves felling the beloved trees of the wood elves? this was done over xmas using my little cousins crayons & felt tips with broken tips (aaarrrrchhhh! nooooo!) imagine the frustration.