There were few people content to spend their days surrounded by nature, with only animals and plant-life as companions. For Elijah, though, there was nothing better than spending every last hour of the day in the dirt of the Sirantil Valley, pretending to hunt animals and that he was the greatest hero Connlaoth had ever seen. Games of make-believe had always been Elijah's favorite. Despite the fact that plants and animals couldn't communicate, Elijah enjoyed them far more than playing with other people - children were often whiney and adults had no sense of fun. All adults cared about was 'being safe'. How could anyone become a renowned hero or adventurer if they played it safe? Blehhh, it made him want to gag!
Stick in hand, Elijah made his way through the underbrush, clad in a large, ripped shirt, trousers, and sandals that were so worn down he might as well have been barefoot. Little blades of grass were apparent in his mop of dark hair, and mud was smudged on his cheeks and his chin. After a few paces of merely walking leisurely, his brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed, for an odd sound had graced his ears. Each muscle in the child's body tensed and his brown eyes scanned the area, but as of yet he saw nothing peculiar. Deciding it best, Elijah got down on all fours and crouched low to the ground, hands clenching around his stick in case he had to fight an epic battle.
Not a minute later, the source of his puzzlement came along, swinging from the branches of the trees with great accuracy and speed. Elijah's jaw dropped and he stared after the creature - he hadn't ever seen something like that ever before! He was awestruck and completely captivated. Stumbling to his feet, Eli decided to play a game, as he so very often did, and let out a high-pitched 'war cry' as he ran after her. His stick was held above his head and his little legs pumped furiously in an attempt to keep up with her.
When her shriek broke the air and he heard the accompanying fall, Elijah relaxed, slowing his gate to a swift walk. He was pretty sure he could see her, but now was the time to be stealthy, so he once again got low to the ground as he continued closer to her. It didn't take him long to approach her from behind, and he was incredibly confused by her appearance. She looked like... like a monkey? But at the same time she... didn't?
"Aha! I have caught you!" he exclaimed, pointing his stick out toward her as he stepped closer. "I've been tracking you for a long time and now I got you! Rawr!" Eli laughed, extending his stick to poke her with it a few times. After a bit of nudging, he pulled his stick back a little, examining her with all the obnoxious curiosity of a child. "What are you doing in myyyy woods, huh huh huh? And... what are you? You look kinda... weird." Elijah lowered his stick to gingerly poke her tail, for he had no idea what she was and if she was dangerous. But, hey, if she was dangerous, it was nothing he couldn't handle - he was Elijah Laurent, after all!