It is usually night when it feels safe enough to venture into Hightown without the strange or annoyed looks of its human occupants. There is little for them to worry about in their sleep, even a small elven mage visiting the sight where several elves once weaved a forest into existence with magic alone. Although she, at times, misses the forest there is solace to be found in the memorial that was built in the ashes of two tragic events.

She is often not alone in the garden, even in these early hours before the sun rises up but she does not expect to find this ghost of a woman when she enters carrying a woven crown of wildflowers. There is a moment of pause before she bows her head, a simple greeting.

"I hope I am not disturbing you."