Post by Tirial on Feb 19, 2014 2:10:43 GMT
Tirial stepped lightly, almost dancing, out of the small house she shared with with her mother's maid, Lerth. She knew she had been removed from the castle so she wouldn't have to live with her father and the Demon King. But sometimes she wondered if the demons were really so bad. Sure, they did evil things, but that was just who they were. It was in their nature, to do certain things the elves thought were demonic (and technically were... But anyway). Still, that didn't make them fully terrible. They could have good traits, be good people. For example, she had a demon friend. Yes, she, elf princess of Nemaria, had a demon friend. He was a nice guy too. Just talking to him she might not even have realized he was a demon. He didn't try to kidnap her or eat her face as she'd been led to believe when she was small.
He was who she was out here for. It was cold- she shivered, wishing she'd worn something heavier- but she was there, waiting for him. Korir. Usually he was there before she was. But maybe he had other obligations. There were always a few nights when he didn't show. She suspected he was probably off plundering villages or doing something else she didn't want to know about. Strangely, that assumption didn't lower her opinion of him. He was still a nice guy. Well, sometimes.
Behind her she heard footsteps. It wasn't Korir. He had a recognizable tread; there was a long time between each step, but just because he had really long legs, and the steps were hard and relatively loud, louder than hers. These steps sounded almost elven in their lightness. She hoped it wasn't Lerth. Her guardian could have no idea of her relationship with a demon. She hid behind a nearby bush and peeked out. It wasn't Lerth, or Korir. Who was this?