Location:Elven territory — Whisperwood Collective, Heart Chamber
Date/Time:Sparkfall, 9942 AZI
Realm: Elf Realm, Doha
The Heart Chamber smelled of living wood and old decisions.
Caelwyn stood at the speaker's circle and let the scent settle into him: the resinous warmth of Worldtree timber that had been growing since before most races had learned to write, the mineral trace of the spring beneath the floor, the clean green note of leaves filtering morning light into patterns of emerald and gold. The Chamber was grown, not built — shaped across centuries of patient guidance into a space that curved inward like cupped hands, the ceiling lost in a canopy of living branches.
Five seats. Five elders. The governing body of the Whisperwood Collective, the last significant population of pure-blooded elves on Doha.
Caelwyn had carried his report across three months of travel. The anger had come with it, sitting behind his green-gold eyes like a coal that wouldn't cool.
