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The Story of the Elf With Storms for Hair

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The sun was shining rather brightly, right through her window and onto her sleeping face (well, it was more of a 'putting off getting up' type of sleeping face, but a sleeping face nonetheless), hot and impatient. It was as if the sun knew the party she was dreading was starting in a few hours and was telling her to get up and get it over with, and in her tired state she thought the sun reminded her of her dad sometimes, a thought that made her nose wrinkle in disgust. She just wanted to stay in bed, stay in her room, just avoid the whole ordeal overall, but she knew the day would be worse if she didn't get moving, so with an annoyed huff, she begrudgingly got up. The girl with the silver hair left her bed, checking the watercolor she had hidden in the dark corner of her vanity, and taming her hair in the best way she could, knowing her mother would probably come and do it herself - to make sure they matched, she thought bitterly - before going to get breakfast. The morning was like any other. A boring morning that got ten times better when her wood elf friend arrived at her door with a light grimace and a small smile. Theo had decided to come over around noon while her father was overseeing the cooks, a bag with his formal clothes and a stack of work half-finished in hand, and Victoria used it gratefully as an excuse to drag them off where the tanner elf actually did his work, the other rambling about her worries about the night to come and the people there. Having him as her plus one to the event was honestly a blessing, because not only did it mean she wouldn't have to be alone all night with the rich adults that were bound to be everywhere, but it also gave her an excuse to drag herself away if she got uncomfortable. The two had made a plan of ways to get each other out of these types of situations a few nights earlier, pulling the other away with preplanned excuses that would never work if the adults knew who they were, calling the other's name from the other side of the room, things like that. It seemed rather juvenile, but she was beyond grateful for the help, knowing it would come in handy, no matter how childish it may seem. When regarded as the town's 'unconventional kid,' any escape from the pitiful looks covered by polite smiles, the asking about her future when they know well that she was struggling, using terms that she'd never know but the scholars around would, any reason to leave was relieving.

It was around sunset, maybe an hour or two before the guests would start arriving when the two got ready. Most of it was on their own, the changing into matching outfits, taking quick showers while the other fixed their hair, simple things, but when the woman Victoria knew as her mother showed up the mood took a turn immediately. It wasn't teasing while cleaning the other's glasses, nor was it making jokes and voice impressions about the rich historians that were bound to show up (courtesy of the silver-haired girl), it was almost as though someone had just blown out the candle and they had to fend for themselves in the dark. Theo had decided that while the older elf put her daughter's hair up in an intricate updo that matched her own - even though the two's hair types were noticeably different levels of curls - he would finish his previously discarded paperwork instead of trying to make small talk. It was near silent except for the scratches of his graphite tipped pencil doing general notes and the sounds of the metal tipped quill making marks at other moments. It was silent, silent in the worst way, silent in a way they planned to avoid for the rest of the night if they could help it.

"There." Victoria's mother sighed after some time, causing the copper-haired elf to jump ever so slightly, breaking him out of his light nap, causing the other to momentarily snicker in his direction through the reflection in the mirror. Her mother took a step back to admire her work for a moment, giving it a satisfied smile before turning back to Theo, asking him if he wanted her to tame his curls too, or to help roll up his sleeves to look more professional, all things that made him scratch the back of his neck in embarrassment and shake his head politely. Her words were more forceful than he expected, but if he worded his response precisely it wasn't anything too hard to get away from.

"I'm alright Mrs. Nailo, thank you though," He reassured her when she began to insist it was nothing at all and she simply sighed, shaking her head fondly while her daughter behind her glared in her direction. It wasn't jealousy he saw, he saw that enough to know, but it was a wistfulness she held in her unblinking stare. It was a look that was easy to read even through her wall of annoyance; her mother was paying more attention to Theo than she had toward her daughter in probably days, and it filled her with feeble wishes for that smile to be pointed at her. It hurt to see that on his best friend's face, but he pushed that down, for now, seeing as Mrs. Nailo looked as though she was about to say something.

"Just call me Adrie dear, save the formalities for the dinner party," She replied, squeezing his shoulder kindly before turning to daughter and giving her a quick kiss on the head - no words - before leaving the room, her long formal dress fanning behind her. When she left, the moon elf sitting at her vanity took a deep breath or two, accepting the side hug her friend offered, before getting up and gesturing toward the door quietly, as if afraid her voice would betray the schooled expression she wore. The things left unsaid didn't go unnoticed by the wood elf, but they stayed unspoken as the two walked toward the dining hall.


As much as the silver-haired girl hated the dinner parties she was forced to go to, her parents knew how to fix the room up for the occasion. The hollow chamber of the dining room was fixed so that every chair had a dish and glass, baskets of bread with plates of fruit placed down the center of the dark oak wood table, all illuminated by the fully lit chandelier. The fireplace was bright and warm on the left side, the door to the kitchen on the right giving out smells that made Victoria's stomach growl and made the tanned elf beside her breath in and sigh loudly with a smile. Being the only two in the room so far, they took to helping the humble elves sweeping and doing last-minute cleaning, cleaning which they 'didn't need to help with' but they did without question.

When the guests began to arrive, it was a whole different story, but it wasn't as horrid as her mind made it out to be. Sure, the two had to halt their competitive cleaning, but many of the adults were talking with one another and getting reacquainted, not talking them specifically, at least not yet. Most regarded the two in their steadfast conversation as a couple, which wasn't intended but helped with the situation and made Theo laugh when she mentioned it, so either way, it wasn't too bad so far. That was until her mother came out of the kitchen with her husband, hand delicately on his arm held out to her, and gave a speech before announcing dinner would be served shortly. The dinner wasn't the problem, but rather that her mother - businesswoman she was with her controlled sparkling laughter and bright fake smiles - was now mingling with her guests, something that meant Victoria had to be ready to be called over at any moment. The tanned elf never complained though, talking politely with the adults nearby as the girl was dragged away from her other half, although never far.

The worst time, however, was after the mouthwatering dinner full of awkward small talk between the pair and the academics, after the condescending questions that Theo himself had to stop after one or two hit her a little too hard, nearly having to excuse the two with his dagger glares before the moon elf told him she was alright, it was after all of that. It was when one of the few people her age at the party was introduced to her by her mother, a short scholar's son who kissed her hand upon meeting her and kept conversation even after her mother left. When they first began to talk, she could only describe him as a mystery, which was a strange concept. He was a history teacher for the college of their town, a place Theo knew but she didn't, with bronze skin and dark black hair, a direct contrast to his gold eyes and gold markings along his exposed arms, very handsome sure, but his personality was strange to her. He was very quiet but looked as though he had much he wanted to say, and timid, something far different from his looks. The elf by the name Bryn looked as though he should be a confident arrogant jerk, at a loss of better words, but he was shy and nervous, it made the moon elf tilt her head in confusion. He wasn't different like herself, or like Theo, nor was he like the Phoenix girl, but he seemed as out of place as she was, it was odd. So after speaking with her friend telling him where they'd be, the silver-haired girl led the other to the living room - a space that was quieter and more reserved for guests with closer relationships to her mother and father - where the two could actually talk. She didn't have any interest in the other in the romantic sense, but he still was a mystery and she wouldn't mind trying to find out more about the other.

Their conversations were awkward on both ends, the silver-haired elf attempting to be friendly and polite, while the other tried to do the same, his nervousness never leaving. After a while, she snapped - asking a few questions harshly after their circling small-talk, each with a reaction and answer that seemed somewhat scattered, but still genuine. She desperately wanted to go back to chattering with Theo about everything and trying to spin people they walked by, but instead, she stayed with Bryn, not wanting him to feel left out, helping him see who she was. Then during another quiet minute ticking by, she stood up, rolling her eyes and offered her hand, a playful smile gracing her lips, getting a look that seemed in awe of her, something that made her confidence only grow.

"You know how to spin?" The girl asked, the challenge and exhilaration reaching her eyes, light from the nearby candlelight making her silver hair a shining halo. He looked mortified at the words but shook it off with a raised eyebrow taking that look's place, replying that he hadn't since he was a child, but took her hand nonetheless and stood up from their seats. Even if he looked as uncomfortable as a child with his hand in the sweets jar, he still rose to the challenge with a worried smile making Victoria laugh. Giving little warning for the other to get ready, she discretely slipped off her uncomfortable shoes and took his hands in hers, watching as he looked horrified while dragging him onto the marble floor where no one mingled. The two's twirling was one of the most embarrassing, awkward, and fun things that happened to her all day, the spins blowing and messing up her hair in every which direction, the airy laughter interrupting her seemingly-feverish humming from both the dancers. What made it even better wasn't just the fact that Bryn nearly tripped on every turn and laughed with her at the wildness of it all, but rather because soon after it started, her favorite wood elf reappeared and joined in, clapping along, even if it caused chaos in the room. Even taking the dizzy jet-haired elf's place when his world spun out of control, moving with his best friend in a way that was surrounded by a familiar grace, lost in their own world of inside jokes and light conversations even as the scholars and suspicious spectators alike began to grow. It was chaos but in the best way, it was the symphony of drowning sound in the middle of a thunderstorm, it was the birds having arguments while the bugs tried to hiss and buzz, it was overwhelming and blissful, right up until they had to stop, noticing her father's irritated look in the doorframe. Her head still spun and Theo's did too, but as the two went back to where Bryn was sat, hand over his heart and formerly neat hair looking almost as dizzy as they did, they all didn't give the old man in the doorway a second glance. The three simply collapsed into relaxed conversations after that, one about spinning, and laughter, and how fantastically unusual the best friends were, all talking with melodic smiles and teasing grins. It was nice. So nice that no one seemed to bother them, leaving them to become their own small bubble amid the chaos that was the adult elves debating in the dining hall. Leaving them so inside their own heads that Victoria only got pulled out by seeing something in the living room that shined brightly out of place. It was a girl who looked starkly different in contrast to the elves around, a girl standing near the doorway, a girl with beautiful dark skin, sparkling midnight eyes to complimented her golden markings on her strong jaw wearing a deep red - almost pink - dress. A girl with sparkling red hair that rolled over her shoulders and back like sheets of deep red fire. A girl who looked like a phoenix, staring right at her, just like she had all those days earlier in the forest.

"Vicky? You alright?" Theo asked at his friend who looked as though she had lost all capacity to speak, reaching for her arm before following her line of sight and snorting quietly to himself. Hearing that and Bryn's concerned questioning snapped her mind into focus, immediately getting up, excusing herself and leaving the couch the three had occupied - even if the teen with black hair protested in confusion - swiftly walking to where the Phoenix girl was. As the two faced each other, the silence enveloping them in a blanket, a million questions swirled in Victoria's head - the only thing escaping her lips being a barely breathed 'hi.' Why was she here? How did she get here? How did she know where the dinner party was? How did her simple one-colored dress brushing the light-colored floors compliment her so well? Why was she here? A sky full of questions like stars and none answered as she looked into the other's swirling starless eyes, simply existing in front of the other. Then as if broken from a trance the corner's of the Phoenix girl's lips curled into the smallest of a teasing smile, matching her quiet greeting with the whispered 'hello'.

"You want to dance?" The Phoenix girl offered a few moments later, a sense of challenge lacing her words, a gold streaked hand held out for the other to take. An offer that only received a confused glance that made the redhead have to hold back a laugh, the prominent thought that 'she looks like an owl' overtaking her mind. "Twirl, spin, that type of thing," She clarified, her normal defensive spitfire attitude now replaced with the faintest hint of embarrassment shown in the fidgetting of her sandal-clad feet and twitching of her fingers. To that, Victoria smiled wide, nodding and happily taking the other's offered hand, leading them to the now nearly empty tile floors of the room, right in the center. Their twirling was different, it was surprisingly calm, fewer extravagant twirls and big dizzying spins, but rather calm steps in circles in the quiet room, both on their own rhythm but coexisting at the same time. After a few minutes though, the silver-haired elf's eyebrow's furrowed and she looked as though she were struggling to find words, and the redhead being the elf she was motioned for the other to speed up, which earned her an eyeroll and a small smile.

"I was just thinking that's all, don't rush me," The girl huffed, causing a crystalline laugh to echo in the halls, a laugh Victoria wanted to remember for years to come. "Honest question though, why are you here?" She continued, this time jumping straight to the point of her question, the two slowing to a stop. At this inquiry, the Phoenix girl hummed thoughtfully, a sound that took the moon elf by surprise, but one that made her hum too, as if continuing to poke the question into the other's mind. She paused as if looking for words before she spoke again, a pause that felt like a lifetime, still with her hands on the other's arms in the middle of the living room.

"The watercolor was a question, one that I need an answer to." She stated with a voice that was firm and louder than the atmosphere they had created. The way she said it was as though it was a test, not some crptic message, a simple statement that made the girl hold other's emerald gaze, looking at her with a challenge to say something back. She knew it was from the moment the yellowing paper was presented to her, and with her thoughts confirmed and words echoing through the nearly empty room, a feeling began to pool in her chest. It wasn't negative, no it was hot and aching, but for something positive, even if it hurt to feel. The girl she had met maybe a month earlier was asking her if she was satisfied with the life she lived, satisfied with never finding her place, and challenging - no inviting - her to take the offer, to change the life she knew. Change it because they both knew she was different, not different in ways that made life a little harder but manageable like Theo, but so different that it filled every ounce of her body and never let her rest. She had taps and twirls and rhythms that her whole being begged her to let out to the world, not just to the tanned boy with glasses, not just to teachers to annoy them in secondary school, she was different in ways like the Phoenix girl with a third of the freedom. And now that she had gotten a glimpse of that freedom, she wanted to taste it, she wanted the freedom to herself and she wanted to live. So she nodded in response to the other's unspoken question, to the other's offer, because she was going to find out whatever drummed in her heart, whatever twirled, no danced in the steps she took. She was going to get that feeling, and if that smile stayed on the redhead's face then that was just another positive in her book.

"Good. See you tomorrow morning then, also bring your best spinning shoes, you're gonna need them." She replied with stars in her eyes, making the three singular freckles on her dark skin seem to glow. Then she twirled off with a wave and said four words before disappearing into the crowd she came from. Four words that made the silver-haired elf want to whistle until her breath was gone and made her want to spin until she saw the stars as bright as her own silver hair against the navy blue dress she spun in. The four words, "my name is Phann," that echoed in her mind as she walked briskly back to the couch the two guys were still situated and extremely confused. They asked her questions upon questions, but as she sunk into the uncomfortable chair with a satisfied smile, she simply brushed them off. She was going to find her answers tomorrow, so none of their prodding mattered.


When she awoke the next morning, the sun was different when it shone through her window. It wasn't searing heat that poked and forced her to wake up, the sun itself seemed tired and understanding, offering warmth and a yawn as if saying 'oh you're getting up too? Well, good morning,' as she quietly began to get ready for the day. The sun itself had only risen a few inches when she jogged outside, a few silver pieces jingling as she jogged away from her responsibilities and over to the pastry stand for breakfast, spinning on her heel and continuing straight into the woods as soon as she paid. The curly-haired girl's entire atmosphere was filled with the best type of anticipation, a few logical thoughts questioning if this was the right idea, but her excitement allowing her to keep forward, keep her moving forward with her bag and dancing shoes, the sweet aftertaste of a sugary pastry still on her tongue.

All of the woods seemed to await her arrival too, the trees looked greener, the birds chirped sweet tunes, the wind was warm in contrast to the crisp autumn air, bringing smells of chimney smoke and morning dew. At the peak of the rocks, she felt as though the world was finally going right, going right in such a way that made the morning sky look like a watercolor and made her twirls feel like home. At the peak of the rocks, she saw the Phoenix girl, Phann, watch her spin with upturned lips and tired eyes that held fond eye rolls before telling her good morning as they walked, the daybreak sunlight following right behind them. The walk was peaceful, a familiar journey with a brand new atmosphere, one where questions got answered as soon as they were asked, one where the redhead fiddled with her loose strands of hair that leaked from her messy bun, a thin stick she now knew as a paintbrush in the center of the updo. It was an atmosphere that reminded her of the beautiful chaos of the Oakenheel household in the mornings, full of yawns that tried to be covered, full of walls easy to break through with jokes and dumb impressions, stomachs that growled even though they already ate, reminding her of food she'd sneak into her bag on the way out the door. All of it brilliant disorder on a fall morning.

Once they stopped at the corroded fountain at the end of their walk, the brilliant chaos got clouded by nervous buzzing the moon elf felt filling her head and spreading all the way to her tapping toes. What was going to happen? This spot was where the other always disappeared, so why would today be any other way? Why did she come wearing dancing shoes when she didn't even know what dancing really was? The girl wasn't someone who whistled as she walked or patted tabletops when she talked, the sun elf was someone who captured moments on paper, something Victoria knew she couldn't do, so what was she doing at sunrise in the middle of the woods? Finding your freedom her mind supplied helpfully, nudging her to come back into focus where the Phoenix girl stood, gesturing for her to follow when most days all she did was wave goodbye.

What Victoria expected was nothing like what she saw when following the painter to the back of the fountain. It was a stairway, a stairway worn and carved in the crumbling cobblestone around it, some steps covered in moss, some looking new and bright, but a flight of stairs nonetheless. It was strange the whole thing, a path down below that fountain that was precisely blocked if you looked at it from any other angle, but when Phann began to go down into the dark shaded hole like it was nothing, she couldn't help but follow.

Most of the elves she knew would never do something so brash and without thought, but the only thing that filled her mind as the two went down the staircase was that she thought she heard a melody. It nearly made her trip as she walked, hearing something that sounded like the faintest of echoes but so much richer and with so many tones that it felt as though it grabbed her heart and pulled her towards it, and she was delighted to be dragged forward. It was faint, not growing any louder as they walked, staying just a whisper right up until the two stood in front of an old mahogany door - it's cracks and creaks streaked with beautiful blues, golds, and ruby reds - she knew that sound was on the other side. It was so close, so close but the redhead wouldn't open the door, not yet, as though she knew the anticipation was nearly killing her. Then the door opened. The door opened and what hit her felt like a tidal wave, an endless wave of different smells, voices, colors, and god the sounds, the melodic, somber, rich, and meaningful sounds of history, unlike anything she'd ever heard. She barely even realized the two had entered the room, simply breathing in the noise as if it were her lifeline, something that didn't go unnoticed by the girl next to her. She was so caught up looking for the echoes that she barely felt someone bump her shoulder and step forward, but it was there.

"Morning!" Phann called into the underground room, watching as the other took in the smooth stone brick walls, warm orange glow from lanterns, and home-y feeling the place provided, a small involuntary smile gracing her awestruck features as she looked around. The echo she had heard earlier was nowhere to be found, but as she looked around she realized other things. The place itself - a central room with seemingly three split-offs in the sides not blocked by any doors - had high ceilings that seemed like unreachable stairs, lights on either side of the doorway and in the corners between the vastly different niches, intricate rugs of blue, gold, and reds laid on the floors, tying the room together. It was bright, not in a harsh sunlight form, but rather it was a place that reminded her of Theo's mother's hugs. Warm, comforting, and welcoming, even if everything felt new and overwhelming. The three branches themselves that split away from the doorway were so drastically different they didn't seem like they should coexist, but at the same time - they did. They did and they were beautiful. The left was the most chaotic, with carpet-like fabrics covered in colors and full of detail hanging from the walls and ceilings, with paintings that reminded her of her hidden watercolor but more intense, everything full of color and bright. The right was the much dimmer space, but it wasn't void of character. The room held multiple small wooden chests with ornate carvings and strings of metal sitting next to a tall half-heart shaped wooden structure with strings going from the top to bottom, a smaller version just beside it, it felt like an area that was loved. It was an area where Victoria just knew something bigger was happening. The last space, directly across from the doorway, was an area much smaller, covered wall to wall in bookshelves, two desks and an old door being the only things interrupting the steady flow of colorful paperbacks, books that looked ancient and had strong smells that mixed in with the sharp aromas of the painter's corner.

When the sun elf called her greetings, it felt like the overwhelming ocean that previously hit her had a whole new wave, a wave full of surfers coming to say hello. The first elf who came into view appeared from the left niche, somehow more chaotic than the workspace she was previously at. She was short for elves but had bright ever-changing eyes, dark auburn hair so disorderly she would have been seen as an insane person in town, a smile bigger than any she'd ever seen and brighter than any lamp. Not to forget that she moved and fidgeted and bumped things in a way that reminded her of her own ticks and movements, just without the rhythm and ten times the speed, the emotions in her flittering eyes like dragonflies dancing from one blade of grass to another on a summer's afternoon. The redhead seemed to notice her gaze on the short elf and introduced her as Lia, 'Guardian of the Physical Arts' a title that the other brushed away with a flurry of hand movements. Her tanned freckled hands were flying here and there, Victoria now noticing how they were speckled with bright pigments of white, green, and bright gold. Paint.

"Too formal Phoe-Phoe, geez don't scare her away," The bright woman replied, her nose scrunched in disgust at the title, causing the moon elf to giggle behind her hand and shoot her friend a look meaning 'Phoe-Phoe?' with a smile, only getting a weak glare in reply. The three kept a conversation, more Victoria and Lia with their fast pace and fast thoughts, quick enough to near shock the redhead, but after a few minutes, she joined in too. It was full of bright twinkling laughs and lots of moving around the paint-covered woman's space to the left of the underground home, not that either was complaining. After what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes, another elf showed up, looking around the same age as the artist and reminding her of a much tamer version of her father. He was nearly the opposite of his guardian counterpart, wearing deep reds and browns against pale skin and ice-white hair, a light red - no crimson the moon elf noted - filling his defined features, looking both warm from the glow of the room and looking warm through the fond look he gave the chatty elf. He seemed... tired, in a way. Not in a negative way, but as though he'd rather be lazing around and just enjoying the serene energy he put off. Then he simply sighed, stepping away from what seemed like a stairway downward and coming over to them, making Lia pause in her bouncing with a kiss to her temple and a few words to the moon elf.

"Welcome, my name is Varis - Guardian of Writing." He said before going back toward his area covered in books, taking a seat in his simplistic chair in front of his desk, taking a book at random without looking and beginning to read, a blissful smile stretching over his features. Victoria raised an eyebrow at her friend and pulling on her black long-sleeve to quietly grab her attention.

"He doesn't say a lot, does he?" She asked in a low voice, watching cluelessly as her friend and the older elf had a silent conversation that ended in Lia smiling reassuringly, something she had seen the Oakenheel family use before revealing often troubling information. A silent conversation between midnight eyes and eyes that changed with the angle she looked, one that didn't go unnoticed. She started to apologize but was cut off by a warning hand from the redhead.

"He does, you just don't know him well. Something happened with a student so he's a little down, but when you get him going he goes on for hours," Lia explained, twirling a ring on her left hand and looking toward the elf in question, earning a solemn nod - even if the silver-haired girl didn't understand some parts - and turning to the person who brought her here originally, a reserved conversation picking up between the two. As they talked, Victoria couldn't help but notice the artist had left to go work on something, muttering soft words under her breath while getting clay and putting it up onto the table. It seemed strange that she could shift so fast, but then again, so could she, so she didn't mention it. The two talked about plans for the day, projects with paper and charcoal pencils, echoing sounds that it seemed only Victoria noticed, but only a few things stuck with her.

"You're special, that's why you're here y'know," Phann stated after a while of lying on the main rug of the room, taking her break from art projects to enjoy company with the other. Victoria's eyebrows furrowed slightly at the statement, but she still hummed in acknowledgment from her spot lying beside her, eyes closed and hands making a cushion behind her head.

"I don't know, it's not like I paint or do those other art things, I don't capture moments or write stories, all I do is whistle and tap at the wrong times and annoy people. I don't see what's so special about that." Was all the moon elf replied with, still keeping her eyes closed even as she felt the redhead's eyes bearing into her. The statements made sense to her, knowing sure she was different, maybe a little insane, but special wasn't the word for it. Special was used for smart mathematicians who proved something, or scientists who found a new plant that could be used in medicine, or readers who could memorize whole books and their meanings. Special was a word used for people who could capture memories with paints and paper, not for teenagers who didn't know their place and spun around with their friends to escape their parents. Not for someone like Victoria, someone who whistled and hummed, spending hours finding new pitches and tunes just to get a person's reaction, and somewhere along the line of her 65 years of life she'd accepted that. Never outright, but she had stopped fighting back when someone commented on how 'eccentric' or 'strange' she was, she knew that someone like her wasn't going to get far in her town. And as she laid on a carpet in an underground room surrounded by artists, both loud and quiet, both bouncy like her and reserved like Phann, she knew the out of place feeling wouldn't go away. That feeling wouldn't leave her anytime soon, that is... until it did.

"Yeah, of course you aren't like us, idiot, that's obvious. That's why you're special, 'cause you are different." The redhead chided, the other's eyes opening and fixing the other with a squint at the scoff in her voice, a scoff that somehow wasn't aggressive or offensive. It was stating a fact that Victoria just wasn't quite understanding, something that she was close to getting, but hadn't gotten yet. "Stop looking at me all confused I'm not done. What I'm saying is, you're special because you hum and spin, not because of the things you don't do. You have music inside of you, music that you want to let loose and have people see." She finished and the moon elf was even more confused. Music? What did that even mean? It seemed important, but the sincerity in the other's words flew over her head - the only thing sticking and replaying being those words, "You have music inside you." Before she had time to further contemplate the other's words, however, something else happened. Someone walked through the mahogany door. Someone who seemed as old as her grandparents she had heard stories about, someone who walked in humming with his eyes closed, sachel across this torso and deep blue robe swishing as he walked. Someone who noticed their gazes and opened his eyes, deep green irises showing surprise before a small smile grew and he stopped, turning toward the silver-haired girl.

"Oh! Good morning, I'm Ivellios - Guardian of Music," He said with his kind ever-present smile, offering a hand to help her up, a hand she took without saying anything. She knew she should say something, both he and Phann probably expected her to, and she knew it wasn't polite to simply stand there, but all she could hear was that word again.


And something told her she'd be hearing that word more often than she ever could imagine.