25th Day of Ojo Didi in the Fourth Month of Snow's Fall
4380 A.G.G. (253 Years Ago)
The Township of Euuil Village, North of the Great Desert
The Continent of Alphava
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Samahdemn
Primping my dreadlocksas I approached the ladies' table, I noticed that Ñä's companions were not actually sunset elves like her, as I'd initially thought. But lunar elves. While still sharing the melanated complexion of their sunset cousins, lunar elves' skin tone on the whole tended to be slightly lighter, with the vaguest undertones of blue in their pigment. The only real tell between them and Ñä's ilk.
The elf with the noda that was clad in what Jeruian thought was gray, had her steely hair done in plats; twisted into a kinky "updo". Meanwhile, Yellow's steely locs were wrapped inwards on each other, forming a massive donut shaped bun behind her head.
I summoned as much confidence and swagger to my walk as I could possibly muster the closer I came to their table. And as I did, the smile faded from Gray's face as she noticed my approach. An approach which she brought to the attention of Ñä', who turned to face me. And I watched as shock washed across her features.
I imagine she was as surprised to see me as I was to see her.
And as she looked at me, I was reminded that the full aspect of her face up close was even more lovely than her profile was from a distance. A fact I'd nearly forgotten.
The smooth skin. The alluring jet black colour of her oversized elven irises. The look of the raised and textured tattoos comprised of vines and branches, which are prevalent throughout the cultures of most of the darker skinned eluvian, protruding beautifully from her steel gray hair line above the left ear, which gently caressed her cheek. It all took my breath away just as it had when I first laid eyes on her years ago.
The full site of visage caught me mid step and I nearly lost my footing, tripping a mere dozen or so feet from their table. Fortunately, I caught myself before the floor found me.
The ensuing laughter from the two lunar elven women immediately drained all bravado from my approach and I glanced back embarrassingly to see a wide smile on Jeruian's face as he proceeded to taunt me by saluting me with my own tea and taking a sip.
Ass hole. I thought.
"Ha! Is that how you flipped Jannett, Sam? Tripping your way into her feelings? Keep it up. You'll be paying for our table before you know it." he taunted in my ear via my clandestine ear piece.
I responded with a universal hand signal, illustrating to him what he could do with himself.
Continuing forward, I regained my resolve as I noticed that Ñä's noda hadn't been hidden from my view after all. The thick length of intertwined hair I'd been looking for was the thick purple ornament that I had mistaken for some sort of rope headband. Although I had no immediate idea as to what the imperial purple colour symbolized in their society, I knew at least that it didn't mean that she was bonded.
All's not lost. I told myself.
Maybe it symbolized royalty. Purple was the color of royalty in Hesijua after all. Andshe was of the lower nobility. Though Icouldn't recall her ever covering her noda in purple before.
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