Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2015 16:24:27 GMT
Lyn might have relaxed a little more, but if Morgan thought she was anything close to letting her guard down, he was mistaken. She always stayed alert, she just wasn’t as obvious about it anymore, relaxing as far as she dared. Letting her guard down completely around anyone was almost impossible to her as that would require trust she was nearly incapable of now. Still, she was fairly certain she wasn’t in any immediate danger, and it might do the conversation some good if she didn’t seem like she was only minutes away of snapping.
When he said that letting your guard down after losing everything was hard, she just nodded. If you asked her, it was not just hard, it was impossible, but then, her loss was still fairly recent and she hadn’t learned to trust again, with only the notable exception of the druids who had taken her in. But he didn’t need to know that.
She was actually surprised when he decided to tell her what he was, but then he wasn’t like anyone she had met before. He might have his own reasons for revealing his secrets to her. Whatever those might be.
When he called her moon singer, she smiled. “Moon singer… I like that name.” It was about the only name for her kind she had come across that sounded positive, and she decided to hold on to it.
She didn’t like to be called little – even though she probably was – but she was willing to let it slide for now, instead listening to what information he was willing to give, a triumphant smile playing on her lips when he confirmed her suspicion that the source in question was of Nordic origin. She was actually getting better at this.
Before she could try to recall her reading, briefly wondering how accurate the translation had been, Morgan already quoted her the relevant passage, and she nodded in recognition. Elves… she had always written that part off on pure imagination, but apparently that had been wrong… it really shouldn’t surprise her as much as it did.
She didn’t miss the change to his eyes, either, tilting her head a bit. What was it about the supernatural that always affected the eyes? When he craned his head, she shook her head. “Nobody around.” She knew that without checking, part of her was always watching out for strangers approaching.
From the way he was acting, she already had an idea what he was about to do, but it still took her breath away when he dropped the glamour. Yes, she had guessed he was going to reveal his true form, but that didn’t prepare her for actually seeing it.
It were his words that brought her back, and she almost automatically traced the term he used to a language she understood better. Swedish and Icelandic might not be the most closely related languages anymore, but it was close enough for her to understand.
“Star elf,” she muttered before shaking her head, sighing deeply. The last of his kind... that was a harsh fate. “Again, I’m sorry for your loss.” She could relate, up to a point at least. She knew how it felt to be the only one left of something, even though on a smaller scale. Still, being alone, she knew what that felt like. Small wonder his grief had been so suffocating earlier.
“And just when I thought nothing could surprise me anymore… well, it would explain your scent, I suppose.” She took another deep breath, and a smile crept onto her features. And what a nice smell it was. “You know… if there weren’t so many humans around I’d suggest you let go of that illusion thing you’re doing… this suits you way better.” And at least werewolves would never take him for human anyway, and she could think of several others who would see through it soon enough, at least to the point of identifying him as not human. Anyone going by scent certainly would… if they weren’t too distracted by the attractive scent. The thought of the kind of situation his scent could cause with inexperienced werewolves made her chuckle and she quickly covered her mouth. Maybe someone should warn him of that?
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