"Greetings. I am Taleweaver, an Elf and a High One as well as the spirit that gives life and form to this place which is my palace. This was my form in my life on the world of Two Moons, and the most comfortable way for me to appear to you. A form those who knew me will recognize and one those who did not can identify with."

        The tall elf continues, "For those who are interested I have provided basic physical statistics for myself though if you wish to know anything more you must ask me for I have always been a fairly quiet soul."

        "I myself," says the webkeeper, "Was not around long enough to leave any decendants upon this world, but I consider all the elves of this holt as if they were my own family. I adore watching their triumphs and joys, often wishing there were something I could do about their sorrows and losses."

        "The wolves, though not something I knew well in my life, are wonderful creatures that I wish I had been able to experience for myself in life. The ravens I am not as fond of, but there are other beautiful and facinating creatures. Also the clothing is sometimes confounding and often quite interesting. There are often things about these elves that confound and intrigue me, but in many ways that is good. For it means that even in my ethereal form there are things to learn and discover." A faint smile flickers across her lips and a twinkle lights her eyes.

        "Often I consider the elves I watch and wonder if they truely mean to thank me and those like me for their gifts, and if they are really blaming us. Perhaps we are simply a reason they understand, something that is, in a way, more realistic to them." Nodding to herself the tall female turns and wanders away to tend to the pages as a gardener would tend to their plants.