Something of the sort. There are three varieties of the elven people, and then the Syrium, the children of Chaos. My own people are called the Onelthes. I think you can guess what we are known for, physically, easily enough.

That is one of the prevailing thoughts, yes. We seem to be in the dreams of a trapped, terrified but extremely magically powerful child who cannot send us home normally, and who some of us are trying to help free of her situation.