A legendary being, Canridauis is mysterious and unpredictable—as most elves are. It spends its waking hours roaming the woodlands or standing motionless, unnervingly watchful. When activity or injury takes its toll, the elf falls into a deep sleep, stretching and fortifying, resembling a tall tree.

Canridauis moves slowly, methodically, seeking things to pique its interest. There are no other entities in the area quite like it and it is the only one of its kind—though there may have been more in the distant past. It has a tall, slender figure that shimmers in the light as if its hide is dusted with silver glitter. The elf’s face is the only section not covered in hair; having a long countenance, it is framed with unruly locks and accentuated by sharp, intelligent, mostly black eyes that stare above a pointed nose and beside lengthy, pointed ears that angle diagonally, curving backward. The being’s fur is a mixture of light brown and gray; it is thicker and wilder on its head and its mane wraps…