I’d just left a party, and was still riding high from the music and dancing, so I was in my own little happy place when I noticed someone walking toward me on the dark street. I recognized the uniform, first - that of a guard. I'd seen the outfit plenty of times on the ship, escorting some noble from one place to another. They never spoke to me, no matter what approach I tried. The most I'd ever gotten out of one was a sternly hissed, "stop that!"
I drifted to a halt and stared stupidly as he approached. I didn't recognize him, which was strange. After a few hundred years, you met everyone at least once in our world, and I certainly would have remembered that handsome face. But he felt familiar, and somehow, I knew without a doubt that he was a Lyran elf.
He was staring at me, too, and I wondered how strange I must have appeared to him, an elf with no elfsong. Like looking at a human? Or worse, a zombie?
It turned out his issue was much closer to the surface. "What’s wrong with your hair?” he blurted out.
I self consciously reached up to fix my hair, but it was still mostly pinned in place. "What? Nothing?”
By this point he'd noticed my eyes. “You’re Royal? But - they don't match - and you can’t be Royal, they’re all accounted for! What have you done? To impersonate a - is that why you’re here? Are you banished?”
“Uh, no?” The thought had never even occurred to me. Surely they told you first?
He only shook his head and took a good look at the rest of me. "What is that horrible thing you’re wearing?"
"Hey, I like this dress!"
"Are you being held against your will? It explains all - your mind has been broken! The torment ends now, I will help you to escape. Come, quickly!" He reached out to grab my arm.
I jerked out of reach, angry now. “I don’t need help! What's your problem? Showing up and insulting me like that?"
“You don’t know what you’re saying. All will be well, just listen.”
It turns out I couldn’t hear elfsong anymore, either, only feel a slightly growing urge that I should listen to him, follow him.
Oh, hell no. That was my old life. I had power of my own now. “Nope. Toodles,” I said, snapped my fingers, and teleported home.
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Once my temper cooled, I half regretted running so quickly. Why was he here? Who was he? I didn’t recognize him. I didn’t want to go looking for him, but I both hoped and feared he would be dumb enough to try to find me again.
Photo Credits
Location: Mieville Doyle
Her:
Head: Lelutka: Raven
Body: Maitreya Lara
Face: The Skinnery: Eve
Makeup: Fontaine Cosmetics: Chromatica
Skin: Velour X Venus Dune
Hair: Mina: Annie
Dress: S&P Elena
Hair clip: No_Match: No Embrace Pearls
Earrings: Sn@tch Changes Crystal earrings - teal
Shoes: MSN Design: Dory Heels
Pose: =Static Posture= Pose #56 10
Him:
Head: Lelutka: Skyler
Body: Belleza: Jake
Skin: CCI: Elven Male
Hair: Magika: Alvilde
Clothing: FATEplay: Feredir - Quagmire
Device: *Tentacio*Vania Cyborg arm terminal white
Pose: =Static Posture= #46 Pose 05
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