Soul Thief
Oberon found himself admiring a small town on the far side of Earth.
The humans that walked these cobblestone streets were kind. They smiled and said Hello to one-another. The merchants sold fresh fruits and the stores were lively in these Winter months.
He was not on Earth to sever souls at that moment. He enjoyed humans and their societies quite a lot, and learning about them was enjoyable.
Oberon would have never admitted anything of the sort before he met Irene.
A child held the hand of her mother, stared up at Oberon with wide eyes.
Oberon had walked on, but the child turned and looked at him. Her gaze was steady, full of glittering wonder that children tend to have.
Oberon paused in his steps, caught the intense gaze of this little girl.
He raised his hand, waved to her as humans do.
She waved back and giggled.
Oberon was astounded. He looked around at the other humans, but none did see him.
The girl's mother pulled her along, asked, "What are you looking at, dear?"
Oberon appeared at the girl's side. She had light hair tied with blue ribbons and a little matching dress.
Oberon found her cute, especially with the toothless smile she gave him.
Hello there, he said.
"Hello!" she replied.
"Bunni, who are you talking to?" asked her mother.
This girl's name was Bunni. It was fitting. Her braids looked like rabbit ears.
"Big wolf," she said.
"A wolf? You're so silly, Bunni."
Her mother swept her up in her arms, pressed a kiss against her red cheeks and she giggled.
Bunni waved at him over her mother's shoulder.
Oberon said, Goodbye, Bunni.
"Children can see you?" Irene asked.
She was in his lap, tucking violets into his robes as they relaxed at his domain.
No, they usually cannot, Oberon said. But this girl, she did.
"Magical," Irene cooed.
Indeed.
The humans that walked these cobblestone streets were kind. They smiled and said Hello to one-another. The merchants sold fresh fruits and the stores were lively in these Winter months.
He was not on Earth to sever souls at that moment. He enjoyed humans and their societies quite a lot, and learning about them was enjoyable.
Oberon would have never admitted anything of the sort before he met Irene.
A child held the hand of her mother, stared up at Oberon with wide eyes.
Oberon had walked on, but the child turned and looked at him. Her gaze was steady, full of glittering wonder that children tend to have.
Oberon paused in his steps, caught the intense gaze of this little girl.
He raised his hand, waved to her as humans do.
She waved back and giggled.
Oberon was astounded. He looked around at the other humans, but none did see him.
The girl's mother pulled her along, asked, "What are you looking at, dear?"
Oberon appeared at the girl's side. She had light hair tied with blue ribbons and a little matching dress.
Oberon found her cute, especially with the toothless smile she gave him.
Hello there, he said.
"Hello!" she replied.
"Bunni, who are you talking to?" asked her mother.
This girl's name was Bunni. It was fitting. Her braids looked like rabbit ears.
"Big wolf," she said.
"A wolf? You're so silly, Bunni."
Her mother swept her up in her arms, pressed a kiss against her red cheeks and she giggled.
Bunni waved at him over her mother's shoulder.
Oberon said, Goodbye, Bunni.
"Children can see you?" Irene asked.
She was in his lap, tucking violets into his robes as they relaxed at his domain.
No, they usually cannot, Oberon said. But this girl, she did.
"Magical," Irene cooed.
Indeed.