Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170625033737/@comment-28358106-20170627022559

(S9) Leontyne raises a brow at Rita. She's still smiling and relaxed, but there's a bit of sharpness in her eyes. "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint, but I'm not anyone's 'add-in.' I don't much fancy the idea of being the latest on a checklist for a Mamono collector.  Not that that's what I'm saying you are, Baku," she points with a finger, still holding the goblet,  "But I'm the one who dictates terms.  When I marry, I'm not splitting my husband's attention.  To hells with that.  Either he ives me everything, or he's not a man.  He's a boy with a short attention span." She takes a drink.

Thomas looks surprised for a moment. "My family? Oh.  Oh, yes." It's almost as if he's seen Lilrava as a Dark Elf for the first time. "...Yes. I was taken in at the age of thirteen by the noble House of Nyveve.  They were the only ones who could shelter me at the time.  My sorcery had...almost gotten me in trouble.  A great deal of trouble.  My family more or less left me to my own devices when my powers came to bear, and to keep me from being persecuted, Melandil took me in and trained me.  The only magic shool in the lower half of the continent is in Arenesse, so I had to live there.  They just adopted me.  It wasn't easy, being a human in an Elven kingdom, but I was treated with kindness, and so I wanted to do my best for them, and make them proud.  The Elves are the only family I've known since my birth family ended."

He pauses. "Forgive the question but were you...born as a Dark Elf?"

Emmie takes off. As Martha moves to the pond, she can hear a few haunting notes floating over the water, coming from somewhere between the trees of the far shore...