Tithorea’s turn

Joan 2

"Hello," I say, smiling at the dryad who calls herself Tithorea. "Now that we're in a better position perhaps we can answer more questions you might have?"

Why Tithorea instead of another, you ask? Well, honestly we have to start somewhere, right?

....

Heh, actually there is more to it that just whim. Of all the Dancers present who are analogs of me, this particular one I had the strongest doppelganger reaction with! Since I do not feel homicidal towards this dryad, I feel VERY close to my new "sister" indeed. Why? Of course, of all the dancers present, that means that her life history . . . . her reality . . . . Her personality is the nearest to mine of this lot. Hey, if you discount her being a bit shorter than me, the green hair (and bark colored skin). Discount that she's actually a dryad instead of a human being, then Tithorea's the splitting image of me!

Yes, introductions were made and all that (re: 42702), but they were only brief ones at best. I want to know my sister, you see!

...

That's how it works, sort of. The nearer a doppelganger's life/personality usually means the stronger the doppelganger reaction is, you see. Good or bad.

In this case, it is good. Good and strong at the very get go! Oh, I’d been feeling the link between myself and Praxithea growing even as we’d spoke and it’ll blossom into the full and complete deal (if you will) soon enough when she’s back amongst us, deblockified. See, had felt something similar here with her as I (and the other "Fred" analogs) had felt when that one male pixie, Triakoth, had come into the fold.

His link with us had also been faint, but it had grown to something that would rival any other brotherly relationship you’d care to mention. See, the fey folk are hard indeed for mortals (or non-fey) to befriend (or to catch their heart, period) . . . but they are creatures of romance. Once the fire catches within their hearts, it blossoms quickly into a forest fire . . . as it were. Creatures of passion, they are. Elves are related to the fey in that way, you know . . .

AS well as nature spirits (which is what dryads, nymphs and the like are)!

Yes, and being that we’re taking a "zig-zagging" course towards Wallants instead of a direct path so to throw off any pursuit (not give them any clues at our true destination), we’ll have time enough (just enough) to get to know each and every dancer better.

"Uh, that . . . would be nice," the green haired girl says as she glances first at me and then the flying carpet I’m boarding. "Maybe we can start off . . . on why you look . . . like me, sort of?"

1. Okay, seems that amongst other things our minds work alike as well, since I’d had that same question! Was going to ask that, myself, soon enoug about her...

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