Satisfied with her appearance, she left her home through the animal skin that covered her doorway, and made her way down the beaten dirt road to the small temple at the center of her village.

The village, like most human villages in the massive Terrestrian Forest, was a crude affair, consisting of wooden buildings with thatched roofs that were kin to Arela’s humble dwelling. Children ran shrieking and shouting at each other down the main path through the town, engaged in some game or mock battle. The forest was a plentiful home, but materials that could not be found within the forest were rare, so what remained of humanity had learned to make do with wood, stone, animal skins, and bone.