Thorn's mother was a Ranger, a member of the local scouting and protective force that patrolled the region, protecting the society, yet apart from it. On one of her exploratory missions she was badly wounded deep in the forest. Unable to move, deep in Kobold territory, she resigned herself to the fact that she probably wouldn't last the night.
She survived 4 days alone.
At the edge of delirium, running a brutal fever, she swore she was hallucinating when she saw him, a tall powerful figure, pained in the colors of the jungle, primal and wild yet with deeply intelligent eyes. She was amongs the very few to see a Forest Elf.
Over the next week the elf cared for her, creating a shelter, hunting food and finding exotic herbs to heal her. Through her knowledge of elven they were able to communicate. He spoke of his people, of their isolationist nature and his curiosity, he warned her however, that were she to ever set foot in his village she would probably be killed.
Four weeks they spent together, sharing food and stories, sharing the spirit of the wild, sharing...everything. When she was fully healed they parted, understanding that as in nature, everything had its season, no matter how brief. His last gifts to her were a unique blade of elven design, and the child developing inside her.
Her daughter was born, raised by her mother, in the spirit and memory of her father, wild, free, untamed.
