Moon Elves?" she said, slowly lowering back to the seat. "What is a Moon Elf?"
"I'm one," Elentir coolly replied, sitting back next to her. "Surely you didn't think…I mean, you said yourself I'm…erm…different…"
"But that's just you," Anne said softly. She couldn't help but smile. Forget Jen's advice; any time Elentir was as happy as he was now, his whole spirit was filled with radiance. Anne had no choice but to fall in love with him. A piece of her heart drew back, but this was the perfect time. He would want to know what she was thinking. Quickly, she blinked and began saying all the things that had formed in the past few weeks; all the things she'd thought she'd never say. "Elentir, you're not like anyone I've ever met before…" Elentir glanced down, fiddling with his own hands. "I don't even know you that well and…"
"Anne," he tried, "where I'm from…"
"I don't care where you're from, Elly," she continued, smiling wider. "You talk about how beautiful it is and how much you miss it, but I haven't even been to…Neverwinter…and I say I've found its beauty…in you." His eternal blood grew thin. If explaining his home was the first incredibly awesome problem, this would be the second. "Elentir, you're unique, and wonderful, and every reason why I can't stop dreaming about…your…" She had been watching him ever since she lost control of her own words, but only just then did he look at her with such jewels, such endless orbs where a storm had settled over an endless sea; soft waves frothed against the moonlit beach, and Anne found herself once again overwhelmed at how such a perfect dream was caught in the windows to his gracious soul. "Your eyes." She barely breathed them. Anne noticed somehow in the middle of her rambling they had become mere inches apart. His hoary waves, spilled from such humble shoulders, nearly crossed her own locks. The two oceans were beginning to dim, and her stomach fluttered along with her eyes. Suddenly, the moment was dashed by Elentir's quick bowing of his regal crown and rise to his light feet. Anne sighed deeply, for this was exactly what she feared.
"I've got to go," he muttered, tone low but gentle. "I hope you feel better." Anne was left, defeated on the couch. She nodded and watched him stride to the door. Before he finally turned, with the door open and around him, he glanced back to her confused state and half-smiled, as if to apologize. Then, he was gone. Anne painfully scowled and covered her eyes. The beloved necklace was on the seat next to her. After wiping at her eyes, her fingers grazed across it, and shocked, she gathered the chain and rushed to the door.
"Elentir!"
He was already gone. She ran back to the window to see him step out of the building. Did he glance up at the window? No, her imagination. As soon as his figure was out of sight, she flung herself on the couch that they nearly shared. "Anne, Anne, Anne!" she screamed into the pillow. "What were you thinking!?" She didn't notice she was pounding the medallion with her frantic fist. She looked at it again, cheeks stained but still able to read. "A Moon Elf, huh?" she cried to the charm. "What kind of sick cult is that, that won't let you date perfectly nice girls…like me…" She moaned, hating herself all over again. "Jen was right. I'll never be able to talk to him again." The silver caught the light and brightened her eyes. "This is your fault," she wept before laughing at accusing such a pretty piece. "Whatever you are, whoever you belong to…" She shook her head and wiped her eyes one last time. Anne had to shove the chain under a loose cushion; it was already taunting her about him.