We don't talk about it

Ailwin chuckled at Maeve's reaction. She was quite... different. Not like any elf I've met before. She had an air of wisdom and timelessness about her. We met at the docks, of all places. She came along while some children were, well, let’s just leave it at being children. He explained. Yes they were human children, but children learned from their parents, so it was really the parents he blamed.

She intervened, and the children scattered. We got to talking, and it was quite fascinating. She had a different perspective on just about everything. He took a sip of his drink, his eyes distant as he recalled the encounter.