by Mitera Nikkou » Wed Aug 02, 2006 6:41 pm
(OOC: Yeah, I'm merely just filling in the gap where Modlus disappears during the action, not saying anything since having things answered from the past in the present (and thus out of order) would be icky. Well, until I work Modlus into the present state of affairs.)
"Royalty?" Modlus thought to herself. She had never considered what it would be like to be royalty, having always been lowborn and the son of a tanner. Indeed, she never really thought about her future; other than crazy undertakens and adventures, she had only imagined having her father's business placed upon her shoulders whether if she liked it or not.
But faery royalty? The possibility of becoming a mother? They were so hard to imagine. And magic! She had not a clue about magic, but the thought of the amazing feats that could be done sent her heart racing with excitement. Certainly there was a whole world of new things opening up before her! And the strangest part of the whole affair thus far (to her), was the sensual, comfortable silver gown that she found herself wearing. It felt very soft and smooth, with a gentle coolness as it glided over her skin. Rubbing some of the fabric between her fingers inspired amazement, having always worn leathers, wool and hemp.
Her mind was awhirl with thoughts, realizing how different her life would be as one of the fae. Certainly she could handle it, but it would be so different! A part of her wanted to deny her situation, as if she were supposed to remain loyal to humankind for some reason. However, she was thrilled by the changes; the changes to her life that made it so different and thus posed itself as a challenge. She wasn't sure if she actually liked the changes, but she would take them in stride and find out if she could.
And the first step, as far as she could tell, was to come up with a name. Unfortunately, she had little imagination for names. She had never thought it important to make note of names in her life, and more or less knew only the common and uninteresting ones. But if she were to change her name, then she would like to choose one for herself; a name that she could feel content with.
"Um..." She started, hesitating, hearing a voice from the goddess of silk escaping her lips. "May I be given time to decide on a name... Sister?"
She felt herself blushing in response to her actions, feeling like such a girl and yet not knowing what to think of it yet. She had been a boy, nigh a man, and had grown up with the background of what one should be like. And when she spoke for the first time as a female, she actually felt like one. It was odd, to say the least!
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned because only women can give two tits for every tat.
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