The old elf held his great-granddaughter's hand as they strolled through the forest. She tugged insistently to try and make him walk faster, but he kept a measured pace. "I want to go to the spires, Gappa Ayenden!" she cried out excitedly. He nodded. "We’ll go near them, Enka’la. But it’s getting late, and the spires are not always safe." "Aw, you’ll keep me safe, Gappa. You are a mighty wizard!" He smiled slightly. "Not for many years, child. Not for many years." "Gappa?" she asked. "Yes?" "The Fae kids were talking about our city. The high elf city. How come we never walk there?"