"Elisse, Elisse Silverhand!" exclaimed an impatient voice. "Get back her now! Your cousins and aunt are coming today and your not leaving this castle" called the voice again. Blue-grey eyes turned towards the voices owner.
Silver hair flowed to the women's midsection of which was slender and curved. The Silver fire dancing in the eyes of that woman threatened more than no supper for disobeying. Those eyes scared the bravest men from all over Faerun but didn't scare Elisse for she knew that behind that icy glare there was a women who loved, nurtured and protected. A woman whose own people showed no respect, only fear and contempt even though her mother willingly put herself in danger sometimes perilous danger to protect her family and her ungrateful subjects.
Those silver eyes spilled tears of loneliness when their owner was alone in her private chambers. Her father was always gone, off to please his first love Mystra, lady of mysteries whims, who coincidently was her grandmother in some form leaving her mother, herself and her older brother to fend for themselves. When he does come home he brings gifts from all over Faerun. Her mother embraces him, and never utters a complaint. Once she heard her father tell his friend that gifts can even quench the raging inferno known better to some as his wife, the "witch" queen. As they laughed his friend had added and to a lot more she is calmly referred to as the "bitch" queen causing more laughter to explode. She didn't stick around to hear more. But instead told her mother and though hurt briefly shone in her eyes all her mother said was it was jesting between friends and not to take it seriously.
"Elisse, Elisse are you even listening to me?" a voice asked ringing into her thoughts. "Elisse go upstairs and put on that nice dress your aunt Alustriel sent and try to stop daydreaming. More and more your becoming more like your father everyday:. Fuming on the inside, Elisse shouted, "I am nothing like him and never will be". She ran up, hugged her mother tightly and before the tears overwhelmed her she ran up the stairs. Alassra watched her go and thought she would ask Alustriel if all eleven year old had nervous breakdowns.
Elisse trudged up the stairs and as she turned a corner she hit something solid and cursing. She looked up and stared at the hawk nose face, thank the gods hers wasn't so proclaimed, of her brother Kasar. "Ellisse, what is the rush?" asked Kasar. He was three years older than her. He was tall, fair skinned, and broad in the shoulders. His long silver hued hair, neatly tucked behind his perfectly pointed ears, fell braided almost to his knees. He was a handsome young man, except for his nose. Next to him Elisse looked like a pain Jane. She was thin; her hair was the color of a moonless night that fell in a ponytail to her tailbone. Her skin was a pale blue color and her ears were slightly pointed at the ends.
"Ellisse did you hear me even?" asked Kasar. "Sorry, just thinking. I have to go put on that dress Auntie Alustriel sent me" Ellisse said. "Well hurry up, Laurel and the twins will be here soon. Mom said dad, and Auntie Qilue are going to be there too. I guess dad has an announcement to make" Kasar said as he put a hand on Ellisse's shoulder. He placed a kiss on her forehead and continued down the stairs. Ellisse watched him until he turned a corner and then turned to continue up to her room even more apprehensive about the dinner.