Tale

In the woods of the Fae time moved slowly, aeons would pass in their eyes as easily as years would for human folk. The perfect unageing fairie folk are eternal in their carved towers, shaped by their ancient ways within the very heart of the towering ancient tree's. Their steeds, as to horses what their ancient race could be considered to man, would carry them from their ancient warped wood keeps to the mighty halls shaped from the rock of the earth, where they would meet and discuss. And where also sat the ancient elven court, ruled not by any monarch of royal blood, but by a council of the noblest and most ancient of this, the noblest and most ancient of all races in the times of old. The council would meet and discuss what needed to be discussed and greet those who travelled form far of lands and far off halls, diplomats form the other ancient races of dragon and griffin, of centaur and unicorn, and all the other races that through ancient pact and in respect for their long existence, had earned the right to be considered equal to the timeless ones. but the fae knew little of the newest of races, they did not witness the birth of the humankind, nor did they pay heed when man developed out of caves and created villages, and perhaps the elves would have been wise to observe that the dwarven races , a race almost as ancient and respected as their own, taught the humans to rudiments of tools and of farming. But to a race who lives cross millennia, the actions of a people who's live are unlikely to reach a century seem unimportant. And so it was that the humans and fairies did not meet, the fae in their deep wood had no reason to venture out, and the humans out into heir fields would not venture into the dark and foreboding woods.
Until it was that Glythian, a fae lord of well known nobility and wisdom rode his steed, so noble in countenance, back to the woods of mysteries that the elves called their own. His journey had been a long one, as far as the cold mountains where the dragon Emperor kept his court in mighty caverns of stone and ice. Glythian's duties as diplomat and ambassador were complete and he looked forwards to returning to his own kind with tales of the great Dragons and the wondrous things he had done. in the his bag at his belt was a scroll of brown paper, upon which, scribed in both the scrawling perfect text of the elves, and the rough edged glyphs of the Dragons, was a treaty of eternal friendship between their races, signed once more each century by the dragon Emperor and the ambassador of the Fae courts. This century, Glythian's eleventh, it was his honour to place his name next to the glyph of the dragon Emperor, lord of the mountains and the skies.
Glythian had not returned to the forests of his ancestors for over a decade, his course to visit the dragon kingdom had also taken him to the lands of the Unicorn where he had been greeted by one of their kind and seen the great assembly where Unicorns from the whole of their lands would come to worship, an honour indeed. He had visited the lands of the centaur also and for a few years dallied in a romance a lady from one of the noblest houses of the centaur, many a day they would ride out together, he on his tall steed of hazel brown, she along side, and they would hunt and sing, but it had not been love he knew, although the union of the houses would have been mighty in it's political effects. But all to soon their affections wander and Glythian had begun his journey to learn from the dragons.
Unkownst to him, whilst he had been away a tribe of humans had moved to the land near the forest of mysteries. They had ploughed the land as the dwarves had shown them and built their houses, their settlement had prospered and their numbers had grown. So that when Wood Hawk neared the end of his journey and crested the hill he knew would allow him to gaze upon the forest of his home, he saw the smoke of chimneys and heard the sounds of the humans. What's this? He thought. Have the Dwarves abandoned their northern lands and come to live in our territory? surely they would not move so quickly. But as he came closer still he found that they could not be dwarves, they were taller than the stunted ones, nearly as tall as a fae, and yet the men grew beards such as the Dwarves were known to do. Glythian urged his steed onwards and encountered, upon the hill near the village, his first human.
She was washing her long red hair in a stream, and singing in a voice so enchanting to Glythian and yet so unlike anything he had ever heard before, it lacked the perfection of the elven songsters, noted for their range and perfection for note. It was imperfect and yet to him this made it all the more appealing, he gazed down at her and in time she turned her head to look up at him. her soft green eyes took in his bright colours and fine clothes.
"surely?" she thought. "No man can dye those colours."
And her gaze travelled upwards seeing his hair as it rested on his shoulders.
"Surely?" she thought. "No mans hair can be that golden?"
then She saw his face.
"Surely?" She thought. "No man can be that beautiful?"
An then here eyes met his and in a second she knew this was no man.
"Surely?" she thought to herself. "No human eyes are that perfect."
And in that instant, Glythian knew he was in love.