Thread: Wild magic and old woods (Noire and Lady Vi)

Though it was only her first day in the elf city, Lovise was already finding it difficult to think of leaving. Food and drink flowed freely. The wine was not nearly so strong as she was used to, but the food was incredibly delicious. She struggled to maintain self-control every time her steps led her past the refreshment table. The hall was incredibly lovely it's vaulted columns were hung with elegant silk draperies and the sounds of polite conversation washed over every surface. Every elf in attendance was beautiful and gracious. They bowed and curtsied as if she actually belonged with them. She didn't, of course, and no matter how polite the elves were, Lovise would not have forgotten. She and her brother stood out like sore thumbs. Even the dwarves seemed to fit in better! Liam was older by four minutes and wanted to be sure that Lovise never forgot that fact. The twins were very different in appearance, though utterly inseparable. Liam was tall and broad-shouldered, a heavy-set man that looked almost like a dwarf with longer legs. His beard was coming in chestnut-brown and bushy a fact the young man was endlessly proud of and it hid a strong jaw and sun-reddened cheeks. Both twins were gifted with their mother's eyes large and so dark as to appear nearly black. Liam's hair was a thick mane a shade redder than his beard. It had taken the elf servants more than an hour to brush it smooth and tie it back. They had given up on Lovise. Her long dark hair was left down in it's natural mess of waves and curls, though they had done an admirable job of trying to tame it. rather than slick her hair back in the fashion of the city, the elves had draped her head in strings of tiny freshwater pearls in an attempt to tame the cascading waves. Coupled with the soft grey silk of her gown and her naturally fair skin, the effect was lovely though nowhere near as elegant as the other ladies in attendance. Liam's sister was a small woman. She was only a head taller than the dwarves that employed her and even though she was slim, she was very different from the willowy elf women. Lovise was toned and fit, but her wide hips and generous bust gave her curves that had no comparison in the Court. The gown she had been lent fit poorly because of this. The skirts had been gathered and pinned with jeweled broaches but she felt in danger of tripping at every step. It didn't help that she seemed about to 'pop out' of the draped bodice whenever she reached her arm out. Elf women have no tits. This dress has no support at all! She whispered to her brother as he approached, wine glass in hand. What, where's my drink? I didn't bring you one. Remember Halfjord? You're lucky I let you drink in public at all after that mess. Liam flashed a teasing grin and took a long swallow of the golden liquid. Fuck you, it's practically cider. Anyway I'm liable to flash everyone anyway. M' tits are smashed so tight I think I'll tear the dress if I breathe deep. Lord 'n lady... Can we not talk about your tits? The young man grimaced. While Lovise struggled with elven fashion, Liam looked almost natural in the dove-grey vest and leather trousers. Hell, the tunic he wore fit as if it were tailored! Lucky... Easy for you t' say, your outfit isn't held together with some pins and a prayer! They wouldn't let me wear bloomers! This silk is so thin I'm surprised I'm not giving the whole room a show. She took the wine out of her brother's hand while he rolled his eyes. Gross. I'm going to go find Dualym. He doesn't spend a classy party talkin' about tits. They exchanged sarcastic bows and Liam wandered off, leaving Lovise alone once more. At least now she had wine.