Thread: Family Rivalries (Alexander and rwinrich)

The respect that this girl commanded from her companions, and the power that she held over them... there was much to this girl that intrigued Burton. When she first wandered up, he could have assumed that she was some ditzy child of the king, a chip off of his stubborn block. She had worked quickly to correct his impression. She did not shy away from dangerous things, indeed, he would find later that he himself was much more dangerous than one could ever expect. She knew how to wear two faces, and switch between them between breaths. She openly defied her father, and she forced her guard into compliance with her rebelliousness. Sweetest of all, she invited him into an opportunity to defy the king himself. How could he possibly turn down such a delicious opportunity to cause the king a headache and possibly some embarrassment while he was at it? Lady, I have to tilt my head up to look at even the half-men, or human children at that. Sometimes I am eye level with a young rascal's belly. He tried to explain his Fae nature. If either of my parents weren't genuine, I'd have the fortune of this chair only being half as tall as it is. He knocked at the seat with his fist, causing a small rattling. It wasn't often a Fae would have anything other than a child among their own, but when it happened, the Fae side tended to have its traits emphasized the least. Yes, I am pure-blooded. Have you met... He caught his word in his mouth, all of a sudden. Of course, this was King Blockhead's domain. If she had ever met a Fae at the palace, it wouldn't have been in their natural form. The second one that Fae learned, it was often much, much taller. Not so much for utility or for convenience, indeed, Fae often found their minuscule tools, jewelry, and other crafts the easiest to create. Instead, it was often to create the impression of equality in social matters with the other races. She could have been introduced to a hundred Fae and they'd all likely to be at her height or taller, if under the shadow of the discriminatory king. But he couldn't wrap his head around the piece that Talula mentioned, about increasing the bloodline. It intrigued him enough, that he had little choice but to accept. This ball... would I need to find new clothes for it? He asked the girl. Bigger clothes. He emphasized a moment later, after he realized his meager merchant's vestments compared to her beautiful dress. Burton was rather proud of himself, his natural self. But that view wasn't always shared by his kind, who discarded this diminutive form after acquiring one more to their suiting. He could imagine the king liking that kind of conformity, somebody ready give themselves up, as they chased the royal tailcoats. He ran a nail through the envelope, not waiting for her to leave. Perhaps there would be answers inside, to questions he wouldn't need to ask the girl herself. His eyes went wide as he skimmed through it. When she said increasing the bloodline, he had thought spiritually, or even thoughts of the misguided king looking for a blood sacrifice or donation had come to mind. But the prize for attending the ball was, well, the opportunity for a chance at the beauty standing in front of him. A girl not nearly as close-minded, and almost definitely better-suited to lead this community. A grin helped to raise his cheeks. I'll be there, Princess Talula. He read off her name from the signature at the bottom of the invitation, having completely forgotten to introduce properly himself.