Day 3 - Community for @cityelfweek
- Close-knit family, or claustrophobic little box?
I had the idea of Merril being accepted by the alienage...or at least the kids... and this is what come out... lol
Merril’s strings hung about the Vhenadahl, the children of the alienage's new past time when she was lost. She smiled up at the tree, the knotted bits hopelessly tangled about it’s branched fingers.
‘Miss Merril! MISS MERRIL!” A cacophony of children's voices called out, each young ones hands full with wads of twine, different colors and weights. Adults going about their duties glance and shake their heads. Their kids' antics with the Wild One are none of their business if no harm comes their way.
‘Hullo, children! I seem to be lost! Could you all help me find my way back to my house?” She crouched to the level of the closet, a young freckled girl. She smiled warmly, accepting the twine she handed her.
“This way Miss Merril! This way! The young girl grabbed her hands and all the children began tugging her back through the alleys towards her home and hearth.
“Do you have any stories for us, Miss Merril?”
“Is Mr. Sparkles coming again?”
Giggling, Merril let them lead her, their questions and smiles warming her heart and making her think of the Clan she lost.
“Now, don’t go letting Fenris hear you call him that, Thomas, he might get extra sparkly.” She ruffled Thomas’ red curls.
“But he does sparkle! Specially when the shems get surly with yah, Miss Merril!”
“Everyone gets surly with her. Thom”
“That’s cuz she’s one of us now! Them shems just don’t get it!” Huffed one of the older kids, her name at the tip of MErril’s tongue.
A looming shadow caused the children to abruptly stop. “She’s one of you lots, now, ey?”
Merril tilted her head back and smiled. The children all quickly turning to stare up at the newcomer.
“Of course! Mr. Sparkles!”
Glare
“-er, Mr. Fenris, sir.” Thomas scuffed his toes in the dirt. “Here, you can help her find the rest of the way home.“ He tossed the string in his hands at the scary elf and ran, laughing as the other children did the same, the voices echoing down the alley.
Merril turned, covering her grin with a hand. Fenris stood there, face impassive, tangled in a rainbow of threads.
“Hullo, Mr. Sparkles, I think I can find my the rest of the way myself…” She tilted back on her heels, mirth in her eyes.