Perpetuality
1: A Forest, A Child, A Friend
Shénvō stumbled past the unfamiliar trees whilst looking for her sister, Sīndóyán. Her sister had left her for a few minutes, and Shén had become lost. Searching for any way out of The Forest, Shén eventually ran into one of its inhabitants, a young Forest Nymph.
The young girl was about 4'7", but like most Forest Nymphs, sported blue skin and womanly curves. She had purple hair which fell to her knees, and dark blue irises.
"Excuse me, young child," Shén asks, "I've lost contact with my companion-"
The young nymph shakes her head harshly, "Qaen Gíldíshërā?"
"Right, most Nymphs speak Elvish," Shén says, a bit surprised that this isolated Nymph had still learned to speak in the first place. She asks the young girl if she's seen another Elf, and the girl shakes her head.
"Dák," the girl frowns shaking her head again, "In dífû Vöshàvötl."
"All alone in a forest such as this one?" Shén questions, becoming worried, "I ought to bring her along… dídënt díváktõrji?"
The girl smiles and nods, accepting Shén's offer to join her.
They began traversing the landscape, looking for Shén's sister and guardian, Sīndó.
After a few hours, they had given up. They returned quickly to the kingdom. Shén was increasingly worried, until she heard Sīndóyán's voice, despite it was screaming at her.
"SHÉNVŌ SÉDÍV, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?"
Shén, used to this, has no reaction. The young Nymph, however, cringes and yelps. She leaps behind Shén, panicking.
"WE WERE WORRIED SICK!" Sīndó yells, before enveloping Shén in an awkward hug of relief, anger, and a quickly fading worry.
"It's not like I was in danger or anything," Shén pouts, knowing that her sister would never forget the strength they both have. So why was her sister so mad?
"You know that 'they' have been stirring, and the coronation is tomorrow!"
"I'm enjoying the little time that I have when I'll be able to do anything fun," Shén says, "Being Queen or King of anything is obscenely difficult."
Shén sighs, and looks down, "Listen, Sīndó, I am sorry if I worried you. I just don't think I'm yet ready to be Queen."
"It's understandable," Sīndó sighs, "At least you'll have something to cheer you up, I don't know many people who can befriend Nymphs which haven't yet grown."
"Yeah," Shén admits, looking down at the short blue girl who was hiding begin her.
"Sídoen," Shén mutters, calming the girl down.
Shén had managed to get the young Nymph into some clothing, little as it was. She wore a small deep-neck dress which was a deep red-velvet, and its lower half was a bit short, almost to the point of being called a 'mini-skirt.'
Either way, at least the wild girl was clothed. Speaking of which, what was her name?
"Chën kõn Qaenhinésch?" Shén asks.
"Ehh…" The girl replies, as if trying to remember, "Qaenhizën kõn Shívídé Mízíenk."
"Hmm. In dífû dàlē Qaenhinésch 'Shíví,'" Shén finishes, giving Shíví her new nickname.
"Kég kõn pósvõhijí!" the girl smiles, skipping giddily in place.
"Oh that's just adorable," Shén gushes. She laughs, and happily hugs the little Nymph. They'd both began to consider themselves family.
"Having fun there?" A voice asks from Shén's room's doorway.
"It's not like I can help it, Shíví's the cutest thing!" Shén giggles.
"Yeah; but I'm your sister, and you haven't even talked to me after you came to your room until now!"
"Well, it wouldn't be as awkward if you weren't my 'guardian'. Anyway, I'm sorry; if you really want to, we can talk now."
"That'd be nice, I'd enjoy that," Sīndó agrees, "She doesn't speak English or Elvish, right?"
"Shíví speaks Northern Elvish, but I think that's it."
"Okay then," Sīndó sighs heavily, "It's about the coronation."
"What is it?"
"Just… don't let being a Queen consume you. You saw what happened to Mom, she never left the castle."
"As long as I'll be able to explore The Forest in peace, I'm sure I won't be that reclusive," As Shén says this, Shíví starts to pull on her knee.
"Sív, Fíndónvö?" Shén smiles, crouching down to be at Shíví's face level. Shíví mutters something quietly in Northern Elvish, and Shén smiles.
"In dírpóskkēn Dû jédíno," Shén replies happily. She then looks up at Sīndó, and grins mischievously.
"I think I just adopted Shíví," Shén grins, "is that allowed?"
"Nymphs are not classified as an Advanced Species because of how much they detest technology, so I think you could adopt her without High Permission."
"Yeah…" Shén sighs, "That's nice."
"Are you even listening?" Sīndó asks, almost annoyed.
"…What?" Shén asks.
Sīndó had eventually left, and Shén was all alone in her room. Shíví was in an old room that Shén used when she was a young child, and she was probably fast asleep. Shén was alone with her thoughts. Bored and very unprepared for the coronation, Shén decided she would like one last night of fun.
She ran from her room, her footsteps almost silent, muffled by the red satin carpet as she ran to her sister's room. Shén knocked a couple of times, and waited for a couple of minutes.
She knew Sīndó was awake; Elvish sisters can often sense each other's status, especially twins. Anyway; Shén knew her sister was up, so she knocked on the door with more force than the previous time.
"Sīndó?"
A sound of ruffling fabric could be heard as Shén's sister and guardian opened the door. She was wearing a heavily disheveled robe, and she looked vaguely annoyed.
"Wh-what?" Sīndó asked, abnormally out of breath.
"This may very well be our last night that we can throw away," Shén comments, "And I'd love to go with you tonight."
"Fine…" Sīndó muttered, "Lemme dress appropriately."
Sīndó exited her room in her dark green cloak, wearing her normal brown shirt and green pants. She, in a gesture of boredom, brushes back her dark red-brown hair, which contrasted Shén's own bright-red hair.
Shén had never really paid attention to her sister's features before, and she was a bit impressed, maybe even jealous. Sīndó's green eyes were not a match for Shén's sky-blue ones, though.
Either way, they both thought the other was pretty.
Shén and Sīndó leapt from rooftop to rooftop, laughing and playfully shoving each other. Occasionally, one would fall, but she would quickly land and climb back up. They played like this for quite a while, the young 15 year-old Elves reliving their childhood.
When they returned, each reluctantly said goodnight to the other, and went to sleep.
