Thread: Heat and Balance (Squishypink x DarkestFate)

I tried the whole male thing it didn't really work out for me, chimed Feathermoon Lights or at least that was the English version of her name the Elvish involved far more lilting syllabus and at least three apostrophes. Feathermoon grinned and wiggled a few fingers at the fair-skinned woman standing only a short distance from her. The elf was utterly fascinated by the other girl. How did you manage to get skin that pale? The human had to avoid the sun like the plague, which struck Feathermoon as essentially impossible. Her own skin had a healthy tan to it, one that had been embedded in her skin for so long that the elf couldn't say if it were natural or simply a product of her environment. Not all elves had it, of course. Some could seem to absorb light, including a few from Feathermoon's family. But her skin definitely had the sort of brownish hue. worked for her hid the dirt better. For this little ceremony there had been an insistence upon a bath in a certain sacred stream. That had been when Feathermoon had first really gotten a look at her skin and hair and all that good stuff. Turns out that the wild mane of hair wasn't naturally green afterall it was almost white. The tips and bits of the roots still had some green in them leftover from the forest, and despite Feathermoon's best efforts she still had detritus clinging to her. She was wearing her best clothes a set of robes woven from various webbings of various insects. Quite durable. Super pretty. Don't worry though, Feathermoon continued, you totally don't need one of those boy things to have fun. Fingers'll work. Or you could, like, find a mushroom just the right shape and-- Feathermoon had started to sketch in the air with her hands, pausing only when she realized that the Elder Speaker was looking at her in that way that older elves often did. It wasn't Feathermoon's fault that she only had... okay, so technically speaking Feathermoon didn't have a clue how old she was. Neither did pretty well anyone else. That happened with elves born on the edge of the Wood, what with the slow aging and all. Feathermoon could be anywhere from fourteen to one hundred, though she thought she was more in the middle of that, give or take a decade. Her lithe build and youthful face didn't help. But yeah, the pairing. They'd done the signs already and deduced that the two of them would make awesome magic together, so Feathermoon didn't see what the problem was. true, Cammilla didn't have the ears, buuuut she did seem to have some impressive breasts from what the young elf could see, so Feathermoon considered that balanced out. Maybe the noble was upset because she hadn't seen the elf's butt? That was, in Feathermoon's opinion, one of her best features. Besides her hair. You two shall be bonded together in such a manner that no mortal can render it asunder, continued the Speaker who the humans called Archdruid for reasons beyond Feathermoon there was, like, two arches in all of the Wood there were several more trees. Your bond will, as I was saying, strengthen the inherent fabric of the world around us, particularly our own homelands, he gestured for Feathermoon to step a few steps closer. The two must bond themselves together to fully control and support the inner fabric of existence itself, which could be hyperbole, from what Feathermoon remembered of the Speaker. If your candidate is too reluctant, the world itself may be at stake, with that, the Speaker looked to the noble-girl, the response obvious. Take the long-haired elfish girl for a mate or potentially doom at least the countries if not the world to darkness and chaos. Really it was loselose or winwin as far as Feathermoon was concerned.