I've been distracted lately by an original world I'm creating, but I wanted to write something about Pine tonight. So, here's a short scene.
"Pine?"
"Oh, hi, Storm."
"Y'know, I was starting to wonder if you knew I was here."
"You're here? Oh, of course you are."
"Have been for a while."
"That makes sense."
"Does it? How come?"
Star's husband considered that for a moment. "Because you didn't just now appear, I suppose."
"Right." Best not to think about that too hard. "Pine, you know you're a bit odd, right?"
"Me?"
"We're the only ones here."
The tall elf looked around, bewildered. "We are? Oh, you're right."
"Which is because we're waiting for the Kinn-lai to come this way to tell them about the all-tribe meeting in the fall... you know that, right?"
"I think so?"
Storm looked at him blankly. "You did know that?"
"Yes," said Pine, not seeming sure.
"Uh-huh. Anyway, yes, you."
"What? Oh, right. Am I odd?"
"A bit."
"Star used to say that," he mused.
"Really? I was afraid to bring it up."
"Yeah, she did."
"Huh. Do you agree?"
"Do I seem odd to me?" he wondered.
"I don't think I can answer that one for you."
"Hum."
Storm waited a few moments. "This is a glove," he said, holding one up.
"It is," Pine agreed.
Storm had been hoping for a less normal response, although perhaps Pine's lack of confusion as to why this was being remarked on should count.
Hmm...
After a few minutes of silence (during which Pine gazed into the distance), he held up the glove again. "I have a glove."
Pine blinked at it. "Where did you get that?"
"I showed it to you a few minutes ago, remember?"
"Is that where? Okay."
"Sometimes I worry about you."
"Star still says that."
"To a lot of elves, in fact."
"Yeah."
