Thread: Among the Elves (GoldenGateSon x Wingshadow)

Oh, okay, Steven said, not expecting Clara to offer to give him a tour of their community as well, though he was admittedly curious and a bit eager to see and learn of his new home. Neither did he expect for Clara to reach out to take his hand in hers, and as she did so, he felt the same kind of nervousness course through his system again. Indeed, in the past half a day or so, he had been exposed to a womans body and a womans touch much more than he would have ever expected, even if such touches were of innocent intent. To an inexperienced young teen such as Steven, however, even something as simple as a touch on the cheek seemed like a momentous act. As such, holding hands with a beautiful woman such as Clara, in spite of, or rather because of, the fact that she was his cousin made Stevens stomach fill with butterflies a bit. Regardless of his feelings, Steven was quickly whisked away towards his aunt, while learning a few new things about the elven way of life in the process. As Clara explained and pointed out various features of their community, Steven absorbed as much as he could while asking occasional questions for clarification to sate his curiosity. Even when Clara wasnt pointing out new things to him, Stevens eyes continued to wander, and the attentive young man took note of the various other elves who were going about their daily lives as well as of the unique architecture that pervaded the elven town. Everything seemed to be naturally growing and occurring, even that which was clearly molded to suit the needs of the elves such as the well or their homes. Further, Steven also took note of the appearance of the elves who lived here and the various ornaments they wore. Many had simple necklaces, similar to the one he wore around his neck, while yet others, mostly women, had a chain around their waist or their ankles, not unlike the one Clara was wearing as well. Then young male also took note of another peculiarity, which was the fact that some of the women seemed to have tattoos while others did not, and some were rather large and expansive, while yet other had small ones that rested upon their lower backs just above their rears. Clara, what do the tattoos and the jewelry mean? And why dont you or Gwendolyn have the tattoos? he asked curiously to his cousin who led the way in front of him while turning back to look at his sister who was following behind. As they approached the rows of sylvan arches, Stevens mouth hung open as he admired the beauty of the place, and as he looked on ahead, he spotted Arielle in the clearing, her beauty great enough to match that of her sacred place of meditation. He was staring, perhaps a bit too intently, at his aunt as she knelt to the ground to begin or rather continue with her meditations. He was so focused on her that as he felt Clara begin to let his hand go, he almost felt reluctant to do so, having admittedly grown attached to the feeling of holding her hand even in the short time they were walking together. Nevertheless, the young teen reluctantly released his cousins hand and watched her make her move towards Arielle before leaning over to whisper in her ear, and as he had done earlier that morning as well as during the small tour she had given him around the village, Steven couldnt help but let his gaze drop down towards Claras breasts which hung freely beneath her as she spoke to her mother. When Arielle opened her eyes and smiled at the group, Steven couldnt help but smile back. There was a genuine warmth in her smile, and Steven as if there was actual joy when she spoke to him. Yes, Aunt Arielle, he said, slowly growing accustomed to the fact that these women were not his family, and he should start treating them as such. He then moved to take a seat as just as Clara had signalled for him to do, sitting cross-legged on the soft grass. The four family members were now huddled together in a small circle facing each other, with Steven sitting across from Arielle while sitting between the other two who were in turn facing each other. Though walking about and exploring the various part of the village had served to calm his arousal somewhat from earlier, it had not faded away completely, as on their walk towards this sacred place, Stevens eyes had continuously wandered, admiring the naked and varied forms of the elven women they came across, not to mention Clara and Gwendolyn who accompanied him. Because of this and seated as he was, Stevens erect manhood pointed up proudly towards the sky as he scooted he looked across from him at the three beautiful women who were now waiting to hear what he had to say. Well I ah.. ahem, he cleared his throat, still a bit unsure of himself. I understand more about the way of the elves now. Your way of life is very different from that of the humans that I grew up with, but as Clara and Gwendolyn showed me around this place, I came to feel more and more than I belonged here, he said sincerely. It may have been true that he didnt have anywhere else to go, but Steven truly felt that a part of him felt at home in his secret place, shielded from human eyes. And now I also know in order to belong here, I need to go through these two ceremonies, he continued, taking a deep breath and looking down before finally making up his mind that he was going to go through with this. I I think Im ready to go through the Coming of Age Ceremony now, and then the Rite of Adoption after that, he finally said in a confident voice as he looked back up into Arielles eyes before glancing sideways at his half-sister and his cousin. And since I dont really know anyone else here, I was wondering he wavered a moment, struggling with the words he was about to utter next. I was wondering if you would be my partner in the ceremony, Aunt Arielle. Steven had decided to ask Arielle out of the three women because he felt the most comfortable with her. With Gwendolyn, he felt as if she still didnt quite like him, given her rather stoic presence, and with Clara, he felt a bit too shy, as if she was a schoolmate that he had a crush on but was too afraid to speak to. With his aunt at least, he felt as if she would have the tender touch that would guide him in this journey of his. It was also fitting, perhaps, that she was one of the first elves that he had met here.