Dragon's Tooth Hill, Bordertown, Wednesday Morning
Last night, he had told her he loved her. Actually that was putting it mildly. Traditional elven foreplay often involved flowery declarations of love, devotion and passion. Elves didn't take it seriously. It was when such declarations (even the simplest statement of 'I Love You') were made when an elf wasn't involved in such activities that it was heartfelt. This had given elves a reputation among many humans as being faithless and fickle. By the same token many elves thought humans were frigid because they didn't make such declarations.
Stormy Waves Upon a Rocky shore had a gift for poetry. So he was particularly talented at that game. And he wasn't bad at the rest of it either.
So despite the hangover, Leda was in a fine mood this morning.
"So, breakfast?" he suggested.
"Can't. I have to conference with mother and father."
"How about lunch then? Crystaviel has been raving about this new elves only place called Under The Hill."
"That sounds splendid." she smiled, kissing him thoroughly. "I'll need a ride of course."
"What, another one?" he smirked. "Maybe later. But can I give you a lift home?"
She smirked. "Cute, cute pun. Yes it's not a bad walk, but I do like your bike."
Outside they were greeted by a very strange sound.
"What in Faery is that?" Stormy Waves asked. They recognized the words to an elven poem about, what else, running away to Bordertown. But with the music and rhythmic recitation were unique. It was a style never before heard in Bordertown.
But Leda recognized it immediately. "That my friend, is called rap."
To Be continued...
Stormy Waves Upon a Rocky shore had a gift for poetry. So he was particularly talented at that game. And he wasn't bad at the rest of it either.
So despite the hangover, Leda was in a fine mood this morning.
"So, breakfast?" he suggested.
"Can't. I have to conference with mother and father."
"How about lunch then? Crystaviel has been raving about this new elves only place called Under The Hill."
"That sounds splendid." she smiled, kissing him thoroughly. "I'll need a ride of course."
"What, another one?" he smirked. "Maybe later. But can I give you a lift home?"
She smirked. "Cute, cute pun. Yes it's not a bad walk, but I do like your bike."
Outside they were greeted by a very strange sound.
"What in Faery is that?" Stormy Waves asked. They recognized the words to an elven poem about, what else, running away to Bordertown. But with the music and rhythmic recitation were unique. It was a style never before heard in Bordertown.
But Leda recognized it immediately. "That my friend, is called rap."
To Be continued...