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Even more than the physical senses, appealing to their minds and reason with your display. Speaking their language to them, which more than anything else you do, visibly stuns them with surprise. Clearly they did not expect you to understand them and talk back.
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">"What... what are you doing?! Don't engage her, remember?!"</span></span>
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">"Oh but come on, look what we're dealing with! It's just one of their pregnant females, nothing like the storm caller... we shouldn't have to kill her, right? What if we could deliver her, like the father? Tell me that isn't worth a pardon."</span></span>
These dark elves clearly have some sort of warned understanding of you, or briefing, for their aversion and raised weapons when you try to gain their attention. They can close their eyes, drown your voice out with uttered mantras, but invariably some of your influence finds its way into them. If only because the region, the very air here is saturated with your divinity.
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">"What, and carry her out of here?! Speaking our language, you know this is wrong!"</span></span>
Of the two, the she-elf carefully approaches, leaving the male to stay their twisted companion from attacking you, like some vicious dog. Though she doesn't sheathe her long dagger which rises the fear in you with her approach, she does reverse the grip and hold it back, coming to stop when she's close enough to meet your touch with her free hand. Your influence upon the elves is undeniable, yet they have their ways of denying you, why this one... till you meet her big gleaming eyes in the dark, with your own eyes with godly glow.
As inhuman as she is, there is some recognition, understanding in her. It's not your influencing assault upon her senses, but ironically enough your condition it seems... she too knows motherhood.
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">"...so is she... was it true, they said she's an incarnate?"</span></span> the other elf calls from across the room, his caution tempered by curiosity.
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">"...I don't think so... I don't know... but she is a beauty, for a human... I've never seen a treasure like this among their kind..."</span></span>
Just waiting to wield your divinity in defense, to scream loud enough to harm them or to pull her arm off, you barely stay your action when the demeanor of the she-elf changes to your touch. Yes, just what you were hoping for, if you could stall them long enough to- ah, a bit too close and sudden, you nearly strike back or grab her and start ripping when her hand moves past your arms to your chest... feeling your heartbeat, and then up to your face to get a better look and feel for your beauty.
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">"...you can understand us? I'd rather not hurt you... think of your child. Here... dress yourself and come quietly, no need for blood."</span></span>
Grabbing hold of your arm she gently raises you off the bed to stand, to which you take as the chance to act in defense, to spring up in attack.
