Thread:Faenor of the Silver Laurel/@comment-26084195-20161228202011/@comment-26444332-20161231214741

The Aetanii smiles faintly, as if remembering, before beginning to speak.

'Our world is one of mountains and valleys, islands and seas. Much of our world is taken up by water, but what is not ocean is highland. The green and quiet valleys between the mountains, or the island-chains, are where we make our home. It is a misty world: the best days for sight are where one can see for a mile around. Most days, one may not see more than a hundred paces ahead.'

The Aetanii pauses for a moment before continuing.

'There are, or were, many dangers on our world: ferocious, quick beasts that slipped through the fog, quick to ire and slow to forget. We conquered them, but it made us fast in both limb and mind, faster than all other races that we know. When sight is unreliable, one must rely on their other senses, yes? Our reactions... they are far quicker than our computers or the others we know.'