The wind through his hair, the feel of rope running between his fingers, the sight of a sail filled with wind. Ethan grinned, he was leaving a skyland behind, with limitless wonder ahead of him. He didn’t have the patience for the elves, and his human family saw a young man as they all grew older. He would find something else out there.
Some elves see the half-elves and they see a reminder of how slowly the elven people are rebuilding their numbers, or a reminder of all they’ve lost. Or they simply see bastards. Humans who see a half-elf see something too elven, too long lived and too magical, something most humans can never aspire to. The half elves are people who have been born of two worlds, and they never feel entirely comfortable in either.
The half-elves of Orizon are a well-traveled race, exploring the world to a degree that nearly borders on wanderlust. They roam the skylands from stone to stone, eager to see whatever is next and carve out something for themselves. Because of this, Half-elves are frequently seen in the world as travelers and airship sailors, always searching out new things and new peoples while onboard.
Half-elves that remain within society have little difficulty finding a place for themselves, their long lives give them ample time to master a trade and their personable nature helps them to mingle with various peoples.
Half-elves, like most half-breeds, are almost completely infertile. It is extremely rare that a half-elf will produce a child and the child of a half-elf will always be either human or elven, or another half-elf. The half-elf spends a great deal of effort making sure that their children don’t experience the “distance” they did growing up.
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