It's Time...

Timestamp: Tessera, 13th, 81379
Character: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=827Elloteym</a> (Elle) <p align=justify><span style='font-family:Optima'> The Sun was shining with such zeal that it had frightened the other celestial inhabitants away. Not the shadow of a cloud was to be seen. Elle thought she could see a smirk materialise on its intense surface as it spied her hopeless efforts to find some semblance of shade. Elle cursed colourfully under her breath. Whoever had landsculpted the area ought to be hung, empaled, decapitated... And incinerated, just for good measure. <span style='color:white'>"Their ashes would be more useful than their designers skills... Or lack thereof."</span> she mused haughtily.

Wasn't a landscape supposed to be a sensorial experience? Where were the fragrant flowers? The whispering fountains? And most importantly, where were the trees? As a devout landsculptor, she felt as though the lack of proper vegetation offended her very being. No wonder the place was deserted.

Elle sighed heavily as she plopped herself onto a wooden bench. She shrugged away her bitter thoughts as one shrugs water off their coat after a bath. There wasn't any time for those. Elle was a 'dragon with a mission.

She had set herself an ultimatum. If she didn't find herself a decent marriable sort of lad by the end of the day, then Elle would give up on love and marriage altogether.
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It was a while since Jett found himself in the pretty famous resort, the last time he was here he was alone just like now but much younger and less smarter. Now he found himself in the resort older and he guessed smarter. After all he had gone through a lot in the past, from ridicule to bullies to murders, it was all still imprinted into his mind. Some stuff couldn't be forgetten no matter how hard he tried, some things were just always there in the back of his mind, molding his actions into what they become. He didn't exactly know why he came to the resort, maybe it was because he was becoming way to exhausted or maybe the memories it held just drew him back. But something else seemed to be at work, something he couldn't pin point.

His dark leathery wings were tucked away to his sides as he walked on two legs through the pavement that lined the resort. He was so absorbed in thought that he never realized the 'dragons that stopped everything they were doing to gawk at him. If he was paying attention nothing would have changed anyways, he didn't like creating scenes and he was already used to the way he was treated. After all his race was shrouded in a black fog that seemed hide his real personality from everyone else. It made him almost used to being alone, his mind already set into the track where he would get no real friends or real anything for that matter just because of his reputation.

It was only by luck that he stopped in front of Elloteym's bench, it was here were he was pelted with rocks when he was a child. The area brought back bitter memories for him, his red eyes started to moisten but he didn't want to show weakness. But the memories were just to harsh, thinking about it just made him plop down onto the floor and start to sob, his small head tucked away inbetween his paws. This wasn't only where he got pelted with stones but where his younger sister was murdered.

His sobbings were loud and seemed to drown away, he didn't even realize the female 'dragon sitting on the bench right behind him. Everything around him was all fake for him at that moment, it was all a dream. Jett threw all his respect for himself out the door as he just kept remembering the horrible way his sister was killed on the very bench he was collapsed infront of.

OOC:Hope you don't mind me joining. Jett doesn't usually act this way, I just wanted to throw in something of a twist :P

 

<p align=justify><span style='font-family:Optima'> Elloteym had been caught in a sort of trance, imagining what her perfect lover would be like. He would be tall, of course, and handsome - not that looks mattered much, not really. He would be funny, witty, gentle, passionate, strong, kind, and happy, yes he would be forever happy, so happy, in fact, that his happiness would be contagious, and she would never ever have to frown or cry again... Elle was so caught up in her fantasy that she almost expected Him to fall out of the sky at any moment.

What she didn't expect was for a crying little Fey to suddenly materialise in front of her bench.

Elle trembled with anger. "This is my perfect love?!"

She wondered for a brief instant if Someone Up There had been spying on her thoughts and was now toying with her by sending her someone so drastically opposed to her ideal. She guessed it served her right for expecting the impossible. What she needed was a down to earth chap, not some Mr Perfection. Besides, she hadn't even given the lad a chance.

Casting away her anger and the icy stare she usually reserved for first encounters, Elle lifted herself from the bench and came to sit besides the stranger. Guilt instantly filled her eyes as she remembered her first reponse to the Fey's arrival. He seemed so absorbed in his pain that he seemed to have left this world. This touched Elloteym deeply, for she knew the feeling well. She had spent countless hours crying, the salty tears streming endlessly down her cheeks as she let the sadness overwhelm her. Most of the time she didn't even know what had caused the anguish in the first place, just that she would rather continue crying than have to face the real world again. At these times she always wanted to be left alone and yet she also knew that deep down inside she always secretely hoped that someone would take the time to listen to her, to understand her and to save her from her tears.

Elle wondered if the Fey felt the same. She pulled out an embroidered handkerchief from her shoulder bag. She couldn't see his face, only his small dark body that shook as he cried. Elloteym gently placed the handkerchief on his knee, not wanting to pull him out of his misery too abruptly.

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