While the World Tree of Teldrassil was still only a few years old, to Aishen, it still held a certain comfort, a certain reassurance. Created as a new home to her people, the Kaldorei, its branches held a secluded world, one that seemed a haven to them from the pressures of all that was outside. Their lives and society had changed drastically and irrecoverably in the last decade after millenia of stability; yet she shadowy forests that had sprung up within its branches had created an island of peace. "Hello again, my love." He replied, gently putting his arms around her. "Oh?" "You okay Aish?"