Evelyn paused at the edge of a clearing, breathing hard. She walked over to an gigantic old oak that was pretty much dead, in which she had painstakingly hollowed out a deep room with a stone knife, and climbed the branches until she was able to jump through the entrance. Once out of the rain, she quickly changed into a dress made of woven grasses that were as vividly colored as the day they were pulled from the ground and rubbed her long hair with a length of fabric until it was fairly dry. After she had cleaned herself up, she crossed to the far back of the hollow, where she had dug a tunnel to a seperate room. She closed her eyes and stepped through the hole. She slid down the length of the sloping and twisting tunnel until she was roughly deposited in another room of the same size, warmed by tiny fires that danced in stone bowls. Evelyn picked up one of these bowls and walked to the farthest corner of the space, at which there was a large cradle crafted of maple wood. Stretching her arms into the cradle, Evelyn pulled out a tiny, blanket wrapped bundle. After removing several layers of cloth, a pale face with a mop of curled chocolate hair and sleepy brown eyes peered out. The infant mumbled baby talk and yawned as Evelyn unwrapped him from his sheets, stretching tiny fists as he stared up at the Elven girl whom he had come to think of as his mother. Evelyn sighed and looked around the room. It had taken her years to carve this place, and she knew it could be destroyed in a few minutes with this storm. It wasn't safe. "Come, Saxen," she whispered as she started to climb the long tunnel, the babe in her arms.