[Open] Queens DO Sparkle!

[belize_queen]

Oh. My. God. That's all Belize has been thinking all morning - Belize has found something marvelous.

Wigs. Feathers. Purses. Pumps in HIS SIZE. Sparkling and glittering things. Make up. And he's just overjoyed, because he'd been missing the drag act, lately.

If a certain clothier with exquisite taste were to wander in a certain hallway of the

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[three_leaves]

It's one of the rare times that Nellas haunts the Mansion's hallways, a little less at ease that she would be outside, but perhaps the weather is unpleasant, or she simply doesn't feel like spending time in the forest.

At any rate, she watches, staring a little - though there is no malice or prejudice there, just genuine confusion at the glitter and flitter and some curiosity at the idea behind it. It looks like fun, though, even if Nellas in her plain forest clothes can't really compare.

"I have a feather too, look," she says eventually, mustering some courage, and holds up the leather band with Iggy's ragged feather, and there is a faint almost-smile on her lips.

[belize_queen]

Belize gives her a wide grin, he's entirely open (and yay, Nellas is his first elf!) and not scared or bothered in the least.

"You do!" he replies, and waves a pink boa from the box, laughing, "would you like more? Darling, you really look like you could use a make-over..."

He's just fast-talking and energetic, but nothing aggressive at all.

Haha, I never gave Belize the chance to queer up anyone XD

[three_leaves]

"But Iggy's molt is almost over," she explains, all frowns and concern. "What is a make-over?"

The Mansion has probably translated that word, but that isn't so much help when the concept is pretty much alien for her. "And why?"

But it's curiosity and confusion again, and she wants to learn. She might not say no.

[belize_queen]

Molt-over, make-over -- what the. But Belize wanders over, looks at Nellas interestedly. "A change in look," he explains. "You're pretty, but you look like something the cat dragged in, sweetheart. You need something a little bit less drag. With spunk." His tone is kind of motherly, actually. "Come here?"

And he won't let her say no - he just takes her hand and tugs her over to the bounty he found, typist willing.

[three_leaves]

"There are no large cats here," Nellas finds herself compelled to rectify. "And nobody dragged me in either. I came by myself."

She is confused. And confusion is best solved by finding out more about what caused the confusion, so she follows Belize without hesitation. Even if she goes a little round-eyed at all the things Belize has found.

"Those shoes look very uncomfortable," she points out, poking at a pair of glittery pumps. She herself is of course wearing sensible leather boots that make climbing easy. "Why do you wear them?"

[belize_queen]

"Because they make me look a little bit less like a child and a little bit more like an adult," he points out, since Belize is a small little man standing at 5'3". "And because it makes my legs look pretty."

He demonstrates.

[three_leaves]

"But your legs are pretty already," she says with little comprehension. "Do children wear other shoes where you come from? But they make you taller. Maybe children want to be taller, so do they wear these?"

By now she has managed to confuse herself quite thoroughly.

[belize_queen]

Belize laughs, but he already likes this one already. "Yes, it's about being taller, darling, and you're very sweet to compliment my legs. Now, let's see what we can get you - do you wear dresses at all? Hmmmm...." And he might dive again in the boxes, looking for something adequate for this lovely young elf.

[three_leaves]

"I have a dress? It is on my balcony..." she says hesitantly, waiting for him to stop rummaging.

"Do all people wear dresses and funny shoes where you come from?" Again, she doesn't mean offense. She rarely does, and the innocence of the question probably shows through quite openly. "We can't do that in the forest," she says, in an attempt at explanation. "It doesn't work for climbing."

[belize_queen]

Belize laughs, "Sweetheart, I'm from New York. People wear whatever they want, there. Now, humor me, will you? You're pretty, but it's time we did something..." pause, "not that," he sets aside something too tacky, "not that," it's visibly too big, "not that," it's visibly much too slutty.

"Something with class," he says, "and something feminine -- look at you..." he shakes his head again. "What's your name?"

[three_leaves]

"Nellas. What are you called?"

She watches, still wide-eyed; all the glitz and glitter, different materials and fine fabrics, and just the sheer amount of clothes are a little overwhelming. "We don't have -- we didn't have so many clothes at home. Maybe the King did, he was very rich. What do you need them all for? Are you a King? Of... New York?"

[belize_queen]

Belize laughs, light and amused. "No, darling, I'm a queen, and everyone is my loyal subject, but I don't hold court." He grins, pauses. "More seriously, no. I'm not a ruler. And you can call me Belize."

Having taken a pause to answer her, he resumes rummaging, but keeps on setting things aside with a disapproving frown.

[three_leaves]

"That is a nice name. But I don't understand. Why are you a queen if you don't rule? A queen of what? And how can men be queens?"

We're sorry she is so totally clueless about the idea of drag. Typist doesn't really believe that concept existed with Elves, so if she comes across as an overly inquisitive child, that may be pardoned, hopefully.

[belize_queen]

She's adorable, and Belize is utterly charmed. "Men can be queens, darling, like this." He displays his attire, even does a spin. "Now, seriously, sweetheart, you've never met a fag before?"

Pardon the language, it's Belize - he really doesn't do much politically correct.

[three_leaves]

"I don't know what that is," she mumbles, blushing this time because the Mansion is suggesting an approximation of the term. "I don't think so. And if I did they did not have so many clothes. Unless they lived in Menegroth, and then I did not see them often. But I think you look pretty as a queen."

[belize_queen]

Belize smiles a little. "You're sweet," he tells her. "What's your name, again?" Because the typist doesn't remember if they introduced each other.