"I don't want to be here," I said suddenly.
"I don't know if I ever want to leave," Angelica returned, eyes never leaving the elf. I gave her a look.
"Try not to drool, kiddo. You may be a Mary-Sue, but he's living side-by-side with the reincarnation of Luthien Tinuviel. You're a gutter rat next to her," I muttered, walking up to the group, which was approaching us warily, though they were clearly in a great hurry.
I had no idea what I was going to say, but I knew one thing for certain, I wasn't saying it to the one with the pointed ears. My ESP was taking heavy damage from his magical aura, and besides, the 'destroy all beauty' voices were getting louder by the minute, and I was armed. So I angled toward Monsieur Scruffy instead, forcing myself to forget that I knew the majority of his personal history, pretty much only falling short of his dental records.
Now if I could just stop "All that is gold does not glitter/Not all those who wander are lost" from running through my head, I'd be just fine.
I planted myself in front of the Ranger(no, stop, you don't know that!), noting with some distaste that our favorite cheerleader(sure)had done similarly with Glorf(no! you don't know anything!). However, looking into those inquisitive grey eyes, I found my senses assaulted from all sides.
First of all, there was the smell. I have never been partial to wood smoke, sweat, and dirt. I'm more of a light aftershave, maybe a touch of Old Spice favorer. My poor, sensitive nose was screaming at me. Plus there were the vibes from the worried Elf-lord. I'm well known for being a little more than clairvoyant, and I'm highly susceptible to magical fields. This place and that elf were dripping with power. Top it off with the fact that I'd just become one of the first two people to travel inter-dimensionally, been forced out of my body and into another, had voices in my head telling me to go Jeffrey Dahmer on everyone, and I had to put up with Linn-Mar High's head crone, well, let's just say there's only so much one girl can take.
I took a deep breath, bad idea, more smell, and tried to come up with a lie.
No such luck.
In a time like this, there's only two things a girl can do. One of them is cry, something I'm rather adept at, but hesitant to use on a first meeting. So I went with the only other option.
I fainted dead in his arms.
The last thing I heard was Angelica asking, "How long have you had pointed ears?"
Hopefully they'll assume she's just insane.
"I don't know if I ever want to leave," Angelica returned, eyes never leaving the elf. I gave her a look.
"Try not to drool, kiddo. You may be a Mary-Sue, but he's living side-by-side with the reincarnation of Luthien Tinuviel. You're a gutter rat next to her," I muttered, walking up to the group, which was approaching us warily, though they were clearly in a great hurry.
I had no idea what I was going to say, but I knew one thing for certain, I wasn't saying it to the one with the pointed ears. My ESP was taking heavy damage from his magical aura, and besides, the 'destroy all beauty' voices were getting louder by the minute, and I was armed. So I angled toward Monsieur Scruffy instead, forcing myself to forget that I knew the majority of his personal history, pretty much only falling short of his dental records.
Now if I could just stop "All that is gold does not glitter/Not all those who wander are lost" from running through my head, I'd be just fine.
I planted myself in front of the Ranger(no, stop, you don't know that!), noting with some distaste that our favorite cheerleader(sure)had done similarly with Glorf(no! you don't know anything!). However, looking into those inquisitive grey eyes, I found my senses assaulted from all sides.
First of all, there was the smell. I have never been partial to wood smoke, sweat, and dirt. I'm more of a light aftershave, maybe a touch of Old Spice favorer. My poor, sensitive nose was screaming at me. Plus there were the vibes from the worried Elf-lord. I'm well known for being a little more than clairvoyant, and I'm highly susceptible to magical fields. This place and that elf were dripping with power. Top it off with the fact that I'd just become one of the first two people to travel inter-dimensionally, been forced out of my body and into another, had voices in my head telling me to go Jeffrey Dahmer on everyone, and I had to put up with Linn-Mar High's head crone, well, let's just say there's only so much one girl can take.
I took a deep breath, bad idea, more smell, and tried to come up with a lie.
No such luck.
In a time like this, there's only two things a girl can do. One of them is cry, something I'm rather adept at, but hesitant to use on a first meeting. So I went with the only other option.
I fainted dead in his arms.
The last thing I heard was Angelica asking, "How long have you had pointed ears?"
Hopefully they'll assume she's just insane.