Living in a Fantasy
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Thread Topic: Living in a Fantasy
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Araiwyn sighed heavily. “Okay. I can see you’re not lying,” then added under her breath, “or at least believe what you’re saying.” She adjusted her cloak. “Maybe I can help you.” Stopping to consider her options, she gestured for him to follow her to her home she’d just left. “Come.”
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Jersey huffed. This peasant had assumed he was a liar? How dare she? He would have banished her by now, but he had no kingdom to banish her from and no one to make her leave. He also happened to be pretty...ah, did he have to say it? Pretty dependent, at the moment.
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Ariawyn reached her home and willed the vines she had just grown to fall back a bit, leaving space for her and the satyr to climb inside. She opened up the trapdoor and pointed. “Home sweet home.” She began to climb down the rickety ladder. “So, Your Majesty, what should I call you?”
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Jersey didn't catch the sarcasm in her voice and seemed pleased. "Seeing as you know how to address royalty and because you are now my guide, I will allow you to call me Jersey. And your name would be..?"
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“Ariawyn. From the house of Advyre.” She choose to ignore his somehow innocent ignorance. “Welcome to my home.” She gestured around her dim, earthy cave.
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"You live here?" Jersey said, hopping off the ladder and glancing around. "But why is it so dirty looking?"
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Ariawyn frowned, her thin pink lips pursing. “I used to. Not so much anymore, though. Someone, a thug, found it, which means others can too, so I have to move.” She glanced back at Jersey. “It’s underground. Also, I don’t mind dirt.”
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Jersey stepped up onto the ladder, looking down at the dirt as if it were a crocodile about to gobble him up if he stepped on it. "I don't mind dirt as long as it stays out."
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Ariawyn glared at him, her green eyes looking at him up and down. “So what are you? I’ve never seen one of you before, only in tales.”
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Jersey huffed. "I'm a satyr! What are you, I might ask?"
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“Half elf. My mother was an elf, my father was a human. He left the moment he knew my mother carried me. Didn’t want to have to deal with a halfling, I guess.” She paused. “Is...anyone in your world a halfling?” She wanted to know if she was one of the only ones. Halflings in her world very extremely uncommon, as most species were at war with each other.
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Jersey scoffed. "Is anyone a halfling in my kingdom? Honestly, it's almost rarer to find someone who isn't!"
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Ariawyn’s pale green eyes widened. “Really?” It was very interesting hearing about someone else’s world. “I’ve only met one other, and they were a half wraith, half demon. Called themself Mirage. They were creepy.”
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"I think you'd quite like my world," Jersey said, flicking an ear to rid it of dust. "This world seems a little lonely to me."
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Ariawyn shrugged. She didn't quite know what to make out of this short goat person. "I suppose. It's the only thing I've ever really known."
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