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Date Posted: 22:21:23 07/31/03 Thu
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Whiteye
's message, "Word* sorry!" on 20:48:27 07/29/03 Tue
The dear elf led Arion into her kitchen where a pot was bubbling on the stove. Jeniva whooped, “Oops! That’ll be the chocolate! Now sit thyself down in one o’ those chairs and make thyself at home.” She removed the top from the kettle and poured the steaming hot chocolate into two navy blue mugs. She rummaged through her pantry, chunnering, “Now then…Would thou like six marshmallows or seven?” Arion’s eyebrows shot up. “Um…Er…Six will do fine, Jeniva.” Miss Karr nodded and emptied eight marshmallows into Arion’s mug. She was about to stop her, but shrugged and let her pour. The older elf set her chocolate before her and sipped at her own. “Thanks, Miss...Er, Jeniva!” She drank slowly, savoring each sweetened swallow. Jeniva nodded, and her violet eyes seemed to melt into a light blue. Arion jerked in shock, nearly spilling her hot cocoa all over the place. Jeniva cocked her head in confusion, then a look of understanding entered her now blue eyes. “Thou seeist, my friend, I am a Changer.” She demonstrated her words by shifting to a man she knew well. Ferriff. Arion gasped in surprise and shoved her chair backwards. Jeniva quickly morphed back into herself and a look of concern washed over her face. “Have I scared thou, pretty one? Truly, I am sorry! Come hither, Arion.” She edged nervously towards the lady as the shorter elf took her shoulders and stared her ice blue eyes into Arion’s yellow-green ones. Then she began chanting.
“Looking deep into thine eyes,
I know the ones whom thou despise!
I know the ones whom thou love,
That make thou feel light, like the dove.
Thine rescuer is not the one,
Thou shall see thine true love at the setting of the sun.
Thou met him once, but not too well,
Remember my words at the ring of the bell!”
Arion was shaken out of the trance that she had felt while listening to Jeniva’s song. She looked at the elf and her yellow-green eyes widened. She jumped on Rilma’s back and set off towards her home. As soon as she got there, she tied her unicorn into the stables, her slender hands trembling. She ran towards and opened her deep maroon cherry wood door and slammed it behind her, then threw herself onto her soft feather bed, it’s iridescent purple hem and blue quilt shimmering in the sunlight. Arion sat up, propping her matching pillows behind her, and thought about the riddle that Jeniva had told her. Thine rescuer is not the one… She thought. That was when the real riddle started. The first lines were just the older elf telling Arion what she could do. Or were they… She shook the confusing thoughts out of her head and concentrated on the first line of the second paragraph. “Thine rescuer is not the one.” She thought out loud, her brow furrowing in thought. “What was that?” A voice came from her doorway. She jerked and got off of her bed. In her doorway stood Ferriff. Thine rescuer is not the one! A hand flew to her mouth as she realized what the riddle was saying. Ferriff was not meant for her! The tall elf cocked his head in puzzlement and asked, “Was it something I said?” Arion looked up, then down in shy embarrassment, toying with the light green and gold material of her new dress. “N-no, Ferriff. Nothing you said.” She whispered, barely audible. Her head jerked upward soon, though, for now at Ferriff’s side stood Idela.
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