Soul Thief
Unlike Oberon, Irene was subtle in her affections.
She fetched Oberon flowers and brought him small, fluffy animals. Butterflies always flittered about her and it was as if Edol had enchanted her skin with the light of the Sun itself.
And she glowed in the presence of Oberon.
"They dance like this," Irene said, mimicked the human's ritual dances.
She said, "And the music is wonderful. They bang on these large drums, they stomp their feet in time. They think it brings on good weather. So I humor them."
Irene smiled, stomped about in Oberon's Domain.
Oberon thought she was so elegant and beautiful, even when she mimicked these barbaric dances.
"You should dance with me, Oberon," Irene said.
Oberon raised a hand and called from his throne, I am no good at dancing. You should dance again for me.
Irene blushed as he motioned her to continue on.
"It's not all that difficult, Oberon," she insisted.
I am enjoying myself just fine, Oberon said.
Irene grew a shade darker.
"Oberon," she said.
She put out her hands to him, left the ground and floated towards him.
She beckoned him from his large stone throne, pulled him to his feet.
"Just one dance," she said.
Have you not crops to grow, or animals to birth? Oberon asked.
"I am always sure I have time for you, Oberon," Irene said, and she almost regretted it.
That is not a proper work ethic, Oberon said.
"Oberon, you make my heart sing like the humans do," Irene whispered.
Are you insulting me?
Irene giggled.
"No, Oberon. That's a good thing."
A good thing, Oberon whispered.
They were close. Oberon refused to dance.
And when Irene found her eyes lost in the darkness of Oberon's cloak, she pulled herself away.
"You must dance. I won't be satisfied until you do."
Oberon was naive, but he was still smart. He said, I simply cannot leave you unsatisfied, can I?
At this, Irene's skin grew yet another shade darker.
"Oberon. . ."
She fetched Oberon flowers and brought him small, fluffy animals. Butterflies always flittered about her and it was as if Edol had enchanted her skin with the light of the Sun itself.
And she glowed in the presence of Oberon.
"They dance like this," Irene said, mimicked the human's ritual dances.
She said, "And the music is wonderful. They bang on these large drums, they stomp their feet in time. They think it brings on good weather. So I humor them."
Irene smiled, stomped about in Oberon's Domain.
Oberon thought she was so elegant and beautiful, even when she mimicked these barbaric dances.
"You should dance with me, Oberon," Irene said.
Oberon raised a hand and called from his throne, I am no good at dancing. You should dance again for me.
Irene blushed as he motioned her to continue on.
"It's not all that difficult, Oberon," she insisted.
I am enjoying myself just fine, Oberon said.
Irene grew a shade darker.
"Oberon," she said.
She put out her hands to him, left the ground and floated towards him.
She beckoned him from his large stone throne, pulled him to his feet.
"Just one dance," she said.
Have you not crops to grow, or animals to birth? Oberon asked.
"I am always sure I have time for you, Oberon," Irene said, and she almost regretted it.
That is not a proper work ethic, Oberon said.
"Oberon, you make my heart sing like the humans do," Irene whispered.
Are you insulting me?
Irene giggled.
"No, Oberon. That's a good thing."
A good thing, Oberon whispered.
They were close. Oberon refused to dance.
And when Irene found her eyes lost in the darkness of Oberon's cloak, she pulled herself away.
"You must dance. I won't be satisfied until you do."
Oberon was naive, but he was still smart. He said, I simply cannot leave you unsatisfied, can I?
At this, Irene's skin grew yet another shade darker.
"Oberon. . ."