Instead of showing off for a change, she follows along, whistling for Lux to keep up when he hovers behind her for too long.

"The ships that could be built with such a wood," Araceli murmurs quietly. They have strong wood of their own but nothing quite like that, and ships have fallen foul of so many reefs or run aground, been split apart by cannons and a wood both light and strong would only be an advantage to them. Especially up north where they have to carefully break the ice so food can make it to the people.

"So is it magic then? Everything I've read of history here seems to suggest that elves and magic are more closesly entwined than humans and magic, or at least for longer than them."