DR 1405
Startica spun around, her katana slicing the air, as her wings straining to complete the attack.
"You can do it!" Her twin hollered from the ground. Zak'naf had no wings, nor a tail. His demonic blood was impossible to notice. Nor was his drow blood. His gold-white hair shined in the noon sun.
As Startica finished the spin, Tasaki dove to dodge her daughter's blade. With a small petite fist, she hit Startica in the gut.
"Never," the mother hissed in Abyssal, "do you spin in aerial combat. Only on the ground."
Startica nodded and sighed as she flew down.
Tasaki smiled. Her twins were growing up. Startica was like herself, an alu-fiend with a heart of gold. Zak'naf was a priest of Corellon Larethian, and the very image of his father, all but his coloring. Zak'naf was pale, of hair, eyes, and skin. His father was Drizzt Do'Urden, a drow ranger.
Startica and Zak'naf need to spread their wings, so to speak A warm voice said, using the link of rapport to talk to her from far away.
I know, Drizzt. Startica is always off with those friends of hers, and Zak'naf is always wandering the woods. answered Tasaki, sighing. By the way, where are you?
A shy laugh rippled through Tasaki's mind. In a rather embarrassing place. Catti-brie's made me help her take care of her *^%*%^$ children.
Good. Because, I'm pregnant. The baby will be born in eight months.
WWWWHHHHHHAAAAAAATTTTTTT????
You heard me.
"Mom! Watch out!"
It was too late, Tasaki had hit the ground flying.
"Rapport again?" Zak asked, hiding a laugh.
Tasaki nodded as she dusted herself off. "You two, why don't you go to Waterdeep? I need a break from you two."
Startica hugged her mom. "Thank you!" She laughed in Elvish.
Zak'naf's eyes lit up and he grinned.
**
Xander groaned. No one. His gray eyes looked though the crowd as a pair of twins, a boy and a girl, walked in. The boy had to be an elf, but his sister had a-
"Tail?" Xander whispered. "How could a Prime have a tail?"
The girl walked up to the bartender and said something. To Xander's shock, the bartender pointed to him.
The Prime walked up, and stood face to face. She had purple eyes, with a spark of mischief. In a creamy musical voice, she said, "The bartender said you knew Waterdeep quite well."
"He lies."
"Not according to my twin, he doesn't."
"Your twin is a trusting fool."
A masculine voice of the same kind said, "I can detect lies, and it isn't very wise to diss me or my sister."
"One question, then. What race are you two?" Xander said, hiding a grin at how close the twins had to be.
"None, in a way." The girl said.
"Our mom isn't a full-blood of anything, while Dad breaks the mold of his people." The boy said.
"Well, will you guide us?"
"Of course. I'm Xander Entreri, at your service."
Startica spun around, her katana slicing the air, as her wings straining to complete the attack.
"You can do it!" Her twin hollered from the ground. Zak'naf had no wings, nor a tail. His demonic blood was impossible to notice. Nor was his drow blood. His gold-white hair shined in the noon sun.
As Startica finished the spin, Tasaki dove to dodge her daughter's blade. With a small petite fist, she hit Startica in the gut.
"Never," the mother hissed in Abyssal, "do you spin in aerial combat. Only on the ground."
Startica nodded and sighed as she flew down.
Tasaki smiled. Her twins were growing up. Startica was like herself, an alu-fiend with a heart of gold. Zak'naf was a priest of Corellon Larethian, and the very image of his father, all but his coloring. Zak'naf was pale, of hair, eyes, and skin. His father was Drizzt Do'Urden, a drow ranger.
Startica and Zak'naf need to spread their wings, so to speak A warm voice said, using the link of rapport to talk to her from far away.
I know, Drizzt. Startica is always off with those friends of hers, and Zak'naf is always wandering the woods. answered Tasaki, sighing. By the way, where are you?
A shy laugh rippled through Tasaki's mind. In a rather embarrassing place. Catti-brie's made me help her take care of her *^%*%^$ children.
Good. Because, I'm pregnant. The baby will be born in eight months.
WWWWHHHHHHAAAAAAATTTTTTT????
You heard me.
"Mom! Watch out!"
It was too late, Tasaki had hit the ground flying.
"Rapport again?" Zak asked, hiding a laugh.
Tasaki nodded as she dusted herself off. "You two, why don't you go to Waterdeep? I need a break from you two."
Startica hugged her mom. "Thank you!" She laughed in Elvish.
Zak'naf's eyes lit up and he grinned.
**
Xander groaned. No one. His gray eyes looked though the crowd as a pair of twins, a boy and a girl, walked in. The boy had to be an elf, but his sister had a-
"Tail?" Xander whispered. "How could a Prime have a tail?"
The girl walked up to the bartender and said something. To Xander's shock, the bartender pointed to him.
The Prime walked up, and stood face to face. She had purple eyes, with a spark of mischief. In a creamy musical voice, she said, "The bartender said you knew Waterdeep quite well."
"He lies."
"Not according to my twin, he doesn't."
"Your twin is a trusting fool."
A masculine voice of the same kind said, "I can detect lies, and it isn't very wise to diss me or my sister."
"One question, then. What race are you two?" Xander said, hiding a grin at how close the twins had to be.
"None, in a way." The girl said.
"Our mom isn't a full-blood of anything, while Dad breaks the mold of his people." The boy said.
"Well, will you guide us?"
"Of course. I'm Xander Entreri, at your service."
