Silvan's long regal silver hair and the elvin messenger's short unclean silver hair both blew in the wind as Silvan handed him an ornate wooden box, covered in delicately carved leaves and waves. Silvan gave the young elf directions to Charis's house on the Hill.

Watching the other elf leave, Silvan sighed. He didn't really like tricking people, but the Lady pushed him into it. He'd felt compelled to apologize to that poor girl. She was sweet, and damn she was strong-willed! So he'd left a message for her in the ring, one he didn't expect her to be able to even see was there, much less understand. But Silvan hoped one day someone would recognize it and tell her- but it wasn't likely.

Don't be mad at me, please Charis. I didn't want to trick you, but my sister (as I'm sure you've heard the Lady is) forced me rather. I am very young, I told you. You're a nice kid. It's a shame your hair brought you so much trouble, but be proud of it anyway. It's beautiful hair, especially as far as human hair goes.

Most of what I told you is true in fact, if you're interested. The Lady really did Summon me, you know. That may seem strange to you humans, but an elf may marry his or her sibling. Anyway, I'm awfully sorry. I really wouldn't have minded running off with you.

May the Stars always guide you Home.

~Silvan

"Come on Brother," the Lady called him.

Silvan took one final look down at Bordertown. He hadn't been lying when he told Charis he would like to live there. It was a wild place. Bordertown seemed somehow to be more alive with it's concrete and broken buildings than the Elflands with their trees and streams.