>>5902106>>5902012>>5902008>>5901975>>5901918>>5901831>>5901803“I think so,” you respond after some consideration. “I mean, there’s so much more to learn, but somehow I feel as if I’d be… I don’t know, pushing my luck. Like if I stayed here another year, I’d never want to leave.”
The attendants nod again. You wonder if they truly understand. Nym’s expression is steady as ever, but Devi looks (however subtly) sad. Are you projecting? Certainly, neither voices any request for you to remain.
“Who knows what I’ve missed on Earth?” you continue, to break the awkward (for you, at least) silence. “I mean, with the Dark Gods maybe meddling with things, and this whole ‘Era of High Magic’ business, somebody’s got to make sure the whole place doesn’t blow sky high!”
Nym and Devi exchange another look. You glower, and cross your arms.
“You two, I’m not being LITERAL.”
“I see,” says Devi.
“I knew that,” says Nym, though you’re fairly certain he’s lying.
You sigh, and shake your head.
“I think I’m going to miss you two, you know that?” you say, and before anyone (ie. you) can be overwhelmed by emotion, you add: “But it’s two months away! That’s still plenty of time!”
And it is. It may not be enough time for you to master any more moon-magic, but it’s ample opportunity to make more memories. And o you do—together, you explore to woodlands, lakes and river, experiencing other variations of <Wildshape> to hone your new ability. You soar through the sky with Veloz—well, hover and flit about, at least—and generally make the most of the next few weeks. They go by all too quickly, though, and soon enough your last few days on Holy luna approach, when you must leave or wait another year for the moon’s circuit through the sky and its inscrutable magicks to bring you into physical and spiritual alignment with the Earth once more.
“But before then…” Nym begins.
“…We party,” Devi concludes.
Your eyebrows raise f their own volition as you look between the two of them.
“What, really?” you ask. “As in… A real party?”
“With alcohol,” Devi confirms.
“And soma,” Nym adds, a mischievous glint in their opalescent eye.
“You lunar eladrin didn’t exactly strike me as the type,” you note.
“We ARE fey,” they both say, almost defensively.
“We’ve just been on our best behaviour,” Devi confirms.
“Because we were babysitting,” Nym explains.
“Oh,” you say, and then: “Hey!”
They both smile—with a flicker of teeth, even, and crinkling about their eyes!—and a moment later you laugh aloud.
“You even make jokes!” you gasp. “Where were THESE High Elves all this time?”
