Rinsa blinks at that odd phrase, and then suddenly remembers several
of the Others like the Golems using such a phrase. A native
would have used the more common form of the name of the world, Terra,
instead of Earth. Maybe something similar to what some of the wilder
stories her brother had told her about....concerning the going ons of those
he occasionally dealt with at the Regent's Palace?
Whatever the case, she did not wish to jump to wild conclusions and
make herself look the fool! The dressmaker felt the stirring of excitement
of touching something more out of the usual than her somewhat monotonous
routine of dressmaking.
Nothing conclusive yet, but perhaps. And Lord willing, perhaps this
might not turn dangerous....but fun?
And there is always the possibility of a con job.....
That definitely put a damper on Rinsa's growing excitement, but didn't
kill it completely.
So, the dressmaker decides to just go about and answer the elf's question.
After that, perhaps she could somehow go about asking just what is the
cause of the elf's almost goofy smile....and just WHY she was feeling her
ear tips like she never felt them before.
Rinsa had a hunch she knew why. Mayhaps that initial wild idea was correct?
"Well, I thought perhaps you were a user of magic," Rinsa says slowly,
gauging the elfin woman's look of surprise. "They have a habit of using
their magic to cast their gaze into the possible futures....and sometimes
according to my brother.....they sometimes hear or see strange images of
distant.....eldritch worlds. Sometimes words follow those images that catches
the fancy of a wizard. And so he or she uses it in casual
conversation.....and it spreads like wildfire. In other words, an alien
concept or turn of words will find itself transplanted to Terra. I'm told
that one concept in particular caught the fancy of and evil dragon and
led to an...awkward situation for several friends of the Regent (re: 1527).
But....I think we have a bit of a problem here?"
Melissa pauses in her examination of her pointed ears, still amazed
that they aren't just a stupid Star Trek "Mr. Spock" set of ears. No matter
how realistic a make up artist makes those pointed things, Melissa knew
that they don't work THIS way. Not only could she feel her new ears with
her fingers.....she felt her ears being touched by her fingers. Combine
that with the craziness of demons, elves, and a supernatural biker WITH
the fact that this dressmaker thought she was from an elfin village.
"Could....I see a mirror?" Melissa whispered, hoping against hope. Hoping
to see what she HOPED she'd become.
She'd gone into acting at an early age to feed a fantasy of shape shifting
and magic, continued on to satisfy that need. Acting wasn't the best of
substitues, but it had served her well enough....considering that there
was no such thing as magic....and she'd never realize the dream stirred
by her friend Wendy Fletcher.....of becoming an actual elf.
A secret desire she'd shared with no one. One that even she admitted
was a strange....weird desire. But her's nonetheless.
A dream realized, as she gazed into the full length mirror.
The general features were those she'd grown to expect upon looking into
a mirror, but there were marked differences. First, was the fact that her
ears were definitely pointed (similar to that strange elf, Kuriel's) .
Another, she had already figured upon...the fact that she stood at a mere
four feet. The last part made her draw up in surprise. While her senses
seemed to be sharper than ever....and steadily increasing....apparently
her nudity had been so....natural to her new body that her lack of clothing
failed to register. Later, she'd have to have somebody examine her (a mage
perhaps......given the milieu she sudden finds herself in it seemed to
be the right way to go). But something told her that her new elfin body
was real....and real
permanent.
And she wanted to sing in ecstasy at that! In that regard, whoever or
Whoever has done this seemed to have read her heart....and made her wish
flesh and blood.
But, whoever or whatever had given this gift to her...seemed to have
taken great pleasure in forgetting to give her clothing along with
her new body!
"Ah....yes there is a bit of a problem," Melissa stammers, resisting
the urge to cover her private parts in embarrassment (being scantily clad
was one thing for her....this was entirely different). "I seemed to have....misplaced
my clothing. And there also is something else.....that you're going to
think that sounds insane but....."
"Something like you being changed into an elf?" Rinsa says while pulling
out an outfit that she'd made a mistake upon while ago....through a miscommunication.
"Believe it or not, that's been happening a lot, lately. Very much the
subject of debate as to what it all means....."
Melissa looks at Rinsa oddly. How come this dress maker is so blaise
about something like that? What kind of world is this? What happened,
did she suddenly become the main focus of Addventure suddenly (she shivers
at the very thought).
Melissa then takes the lovely dress that Risna has given her and thanks
her. She quickly downs the dress, and pauses in consternation.
Her human sense of fashion says that while a bit on the old fashioned
side, this calf length dress should be wonderful (even without shoes....something
that Rinsa doesn't have.....since she's a dress maker and not a cobbler).
Blue had always been her favorite color and looked best on her.....but
now.....
"Yes, I know...." Risna sighs as Melissa looks at her image in the mirror.
"Not your color. I had heard but not believed until recently the rumors
that green clothing was the ONLY type of clothing an elf wears. Something
to do in relation to the fact they prefer forests, I'm told."
"I...guess you're right," Melissa finally says, silently wondering just
what else will change with her shift to a new race.
"But for the time being that will cover you for modesty," Rinsa
says in a satisfied voice. "Don't worry about payment....consider it just
an act of Christian charity, friend. Now, I think the next course of action
would be to get in touch with my brother....who may be able to help with
whatever you.....came here for?"
"Yes! I've still got to get in touch with the Doctor," Melissa says,
suddenly seized by an urgent need.
"You need a doctor?" Rinsa says, suddenly looking concerned (and wondering
just what doctor would be able to handle an elfin patient). "Are you ill?
And you seemed to be referring to someone in particular."
"He just calls himself the Doctor," Melissa mutters in consternation,
annoyance arising anew at the strange "Time Lord's" reluctance to reveal
his real name.
"That's just got to be one of the Betties!" a familiar sounding voice
suddenly says from behind the front door to the dressmakers place of business.
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 A sudden
knocking sound comes from the door....a bit on the loud side.
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