Sheliandra was, most certainly, neither the youngest or the oldest of her kind; but she was, without doubt, the very last of her people who remained within the woods. She did not fault those who had taken The Hidden Ways to refuge elsewhere. She had remained behind because she could not bear the thought of living in a world without the Younger Races.
She recalled a time when they had lived in harmony with those impossibly large creatures; a simpler time when what were now legends had been real. Though the humans no longer honored her kind, though they were poisoning her home beyond belief, still she stayed, hoping they would remember those simpler times and return to them before it was too late for them all.