>>5421067“What of the…” you struggle. “The not-female, not-male, fluid sorts of elf?”
“Some days they are male, in some capacities, and female in other times and place. They are never a King nor a Queen, for to be such, one must be wholly Elf-Man or Elf-Maid, always, in one’s soul. It is the way… As it is the way of Yvonlace to raise Queens, not Kings.”
You suppose it makes sense. You’d wondered how every elven household did not fall into fractious fighting at times like these. Without such arrangements and understandings, the tension between the sexes would surely shake their race asunder!
“Then…?” you trail off, waiting.
“House Lahlabar has a Prince-Ascending, a quiet but thoughtful young man. He cares well for a brood of hunting bugs, which I think You would be fond of.”
You narrow your eyes. What does she mean? Is that a crack about Glowie? It couldn’t be—that matter isn’t known to any elves, not even Jazkarmel or Glowie’s attendants… Right?
She smiles again, clarifying: “Hunting dragonflies.”
…Ah. Because… Yes, the name. You smile back, causing several elves (but not Queen Myrymma) to flinch.
“He who can raise skilled killers of such difficult temperament, with love and discipline and an eye for quality… He can be a good king, I believe.”
