There he was, the teenage elven prince. As he stepped out of his wooden carriage at the grand fountain in front of the school's entrance, the golden sunlight bounced off of his pale olive skin. His eyes were dreamy - deep green like the forests he was destined to rule over. His blond hair was long and wavy, adorned by a thin black diadem. His clothes were royal yet simple, with earthy colors. If he stood still in a forest, it would be hard to tell him apart from the foliage. His expression was mute and stoic (almost appearing upset), much like his father's. His father sat in the darkness of the carriage, watching his son gracefully step down from the carriage. See more