A normal life

An impressive view

I am relieved that I got to meet the guys early on in the holiday. It has given me quite a bit of time to get to know them. Anthony is an incredibly talented artist and has an amazing voice. Sometimes I wish music did not die because I can only imagine that voice carrying a tune. How unbelievably satisfying it would be to encounter. He also has quite a bit of artwork covering his body. I managed to get a glimpse of him as he was changing his shirt after work. And if you were wondering, yes, he did catch me in the act and then made me feel unbelievably guilty for doing so. I can’t be held accountable for this.

Every inch of that man’s body from the shaved perfectly formed head down to the tips of his elven ears. Going lower down his body to his, what could have been sculpted by great artist Pawel Mielniczireonio himself. All the way, pauses for effect…., to the tips of his exceptionally large elven pointed shoes. And yes, I do know pointed shoes give the appearance of larger feet. Trust me when I say this, was no optical illusion. I know he admittedly loved the attention and when the blue in my eyes made its oh so popular appearance around him well, he knew exactly how I felt at that moment. The sweat dripping off his body lit by a winter’s sun's effulgence illuminating every curve. I did not feel like an almost 17-planetary cycle-old.

I kind of felt like a woman at that exact moment. A woman who desperately wanted to taste a piece of candy she had been denied all her life.

He also added that if I liked what I saw I should take a closer look. I kind of worried about his job when he said that, knowing he could get into so much trouble. I think he knew that too because he looked surprised when I walked up to him. He immediately started looking around to see if anyone could witness us standing there. We just so happened to be alone. He had a large piece of art on his arm of a girl. He said that she kind of resembled me.

Knowing that I even started wearing my hair in a similar way to hers so that every time he looked in a mirror, he would be forced to look at me. We haven’t done anything wrong. We have barely even touched except for the jokingly pushing around and stuff like that.

It’s innocent, mostly.

Then there is Drikust. He is a bit more intellectual than he lets on. I find the human side of him very intriguing. It is different than what I am used to. I have not had a lot of experience around humans in the past but from what I have read in books they seem to be a lot like us. His ears are a bit smaller than ours as before mentioned but his eyes are still just as large. He also smells a bit different.

Elves have an overly sweet body odor whereas he seems a bit muskier. It is a welcome change.

He has light brown hair. The right length for someone to weave their hands through. Much skinnier than Anthony but still very well-toned. He is a bit pretentious for my liking. Acting all macho when everyone can see that he is a big pushover.

They apparently met in high school. I really don’t know how they became such good friends in the first place. They are total opposites but then again so are Nessy and I and look how well we get along (most of the time). They say opposites attract. We seemed to have proven that point.

I have spoken to them about Nessy and they are quite eager to meet her. Who knows maybe she will not split us up? She might be a good asset to the group. I am willing to share, I can’t have both of them, but I do know if I had a choice who I would pick. I think I have made that pretty clear.

I went to greet my sister with my hair tied up into two ponytails.

“Hi, lady, how you doing?”

Nessy: “There is something different about you. I can’t quite put my finger on it but if I had to guess I would say, no it can’t be!”

“The hair?”

Nessy: “Nope still the same length you just look stupid now, like a silly preschooler.”

“I am wearing your old red top and there might be a chance that it looks better on me?”

Nessy: “Nope that’s not it either. You are smiling. It’s not your normal “I miss you’ smile this is a… Is it a, I met a boy smile?”

“No sis, this is an, I met a man smile!”

Nessy: “Do mom and dad know?”

I have sort of been avoiding dad. I see him at breakfast and that is about it. I honestly do not know why I am mad at him when I should be mad at my mom. From my understanding, my curse did come from her side of the family and she is the one with the illegitimate son. Perhaps it might be since I heard it coming from him, not her. In a secret conversation that I should not have heard in the first place.

He is the one that taught us not to lie yet, he has been doing it all my life. 

Nessy: “Where did you go? I was asking you something and you just zoned out. Shall I speak slower so you can understand the question? Do MOM and DAD know?

“Sorry, I think mom has her suspicions, but I doubt dad knows anything that goes on in my life.”

Nessy: “Did you have a fight or something or are you taking Mom's side in another one of their famous arguments.”

Oh if she only knew what it was about she might think twice before asking that question.

“No nothing like that. He has just been a bit busy with royal duties lately.”

Nessy: “Oh yes, I know those, the kingly work log. That has contributed to some daddy issues one must admit. Enough about them I have gone to greet them already but now it’s playtime. Where are those boys of yours?”

“You meant to say, men. They are both in their 20’s so cut them some slack.”

Nessy: “In their twenties huh, so basically closer to my age? Let the fun begin!”

I walked extra slowly trying to prepare myself for the looks. Then, if I knew your sister looked like this, I might not have come on to you so strong’ looks. The ‘what was I thinking now I am stuck with the lesser’, stare. Would not be the first time I would be getting those.

As the boys turn around Nessy is still fidgeting with her skirt. I have underwear longer than that skirt but who am I to judge. And here I am in the red top with the long sleeves, black pants, and tie-up boots that I always wear when playing with my pets. Even the two new ones. Old trusty. Let us just say that no one steps on my toes when I wear these. She better not try! 

“Nessy, I would like to introduce you to the men in my life.”

Nessy: “Let me guess strong arms, the nice smile you must be Anthony and that must make you Drikust. Would it be terribly rude of me to call you Dirk? I quite enjoy short nicknames since well, as you can see, I am quite short myself”

Anthony: “Good day your highness. Not to be rude but my name is Anthonieos.”

“I have never allowed anyone to address me as something other than the name that was bestowed upon me by my birth parents. Out of respect to them of course. Anyone other than your sister that is.”

Drikust: “As you are a soon-to-be queen, I cannot deny you the pleasure of calling me whatever you like, my lady.”

He replies bowingly. 

Pushover.

I can’t believe what Anthony just said, wow I feel like, well, a princess. We chatted for a while and I even had the confidence to walk away and carry on with my beasts whilst leaving her alone in the wolf den so to speak. Please note that in this instance she is the wolf and I feel so sorry for those two sheep. hahaha. I have not felt this good in a while. Not since the chat between my dad and Pieterre. 

But you know what, even reminding myself about that could not get me down from this high I am feeling at the moment.