Paris had to nearly run to keep up with Jaedus as she made her way across the grassy plain. Paris enhanced his senses he could feel the plows digging into the ground. He could sense the life force of the beings. As they came into view, Paris stopped Jaedus. With a series of words he extended his vision.
He saw what looked to be young Elves working the land. There was at least a hundred of them. Paris closed his eyes, examining them closely. There were a few that stood out to him two of the Elves in particular. They had already grown tall, taller than Paris by a foot at least.
“These two will be leaders,” Paris thought to himself.