“Beauty, she realised as her heart hammered, was not social or subjective. True beauty was catastrophic, irresistible as the rushing tides, crashing over and through all feeble attempts to say what was fair and what was not. Like the woodland vista that made the breath catch and the spirit soar, beauty was an irresistible force of nature, and to try to tell which particular branch – which particular leaf – was most appealing was to miss the forest for the trees. No single thing she saw in Lady Ceistyl was more beautiful than any other. Nor could the fey be reduced to separate features, complimented on any one part. And even were Elly to try, no words were rich enough, no paint held hues that could capture the colour Lady Ceistyl brought with her as she appeared beside the watching wolf atop the fallen log.” Beauty Book:Song of the Wild Knight – Part One: Song of the Squire Source: Song of the Wild Knight – Part One: Song of the Squire
“When Elly had first come to the fortress the seneschal had told her she would become lost, reassuring her that there was no shame in having someone point the way. After all, she had informed her, the fortress had been visited by several delegations from human lands, and all of them had been hopeless at navigating its courtyards and balconies. Everyone understood that a half-elf would need additional help; they all expected her to require assistance. At that moment, Elly had sworn to herself she would never, ever ask for directions.” HumourDetermination Book:Song of the Wild Knight – Part One: Song of the Squire Source: Song of the Wild Knight – Part One: Song of the Squire