Children's Stories

Moe sat curled up in a large chair that swallowed her small frame.

Instead of the usual doll-like dresses she wore, she had a long, floating white skirt and a plain white tshirt. Once she had begun showing, she didn't want to risk wearing the tight dresses and corsets she usually wore.

Sat in her lap was a large book written in Elven.

It had been months since she had picked up anything Elves so she thought she'd take it up now, while she had nothing else to do.

The book was a compilation of old Elven children's stories a friend had shown her. She wanted to familiarise herself with them so she could read them to her children eventually. It was pure luck she had found the same book in the library.

Her hand stroked her stomach gently with a soft smile as her bright eyes turned over the pages.

Tyrael made his way down to the library, he had been wary of reentering it after his narrow escape from Zakhar but there were books he wanted to read in there, mainly the one he had put back when the Wolf began provoking him.

Upon entering the room he caught the faint scent of Lycan and Elf?
His brow furrowed slightly as he glanced around the room, his gaze falling on a young woman perched in a large chair.

A hybrid, how curious.
After his last encounter he was less than willing to engage in conversation, it hadn't ended well for him last time.

Instead he simply went through the shelf and searched for the book he had placed there.

Moe glanced up when she heard someone enter the room.

An Elf.

She smiled softly at the man as his eyes fell on her. She tucked her hair behind an ear with a soft hum.

"Good afternoon," she greeted. It had been a while since she had talked to a male Elf that wasn't Saburo. She didn't know whether he'd think the Takahashi Clan and think she was too low to talk to because she was a Lycan, but she could still be friendly, right?

"Good afternoon."
He repeated in a soft mutter not turning around from the bookshelf, Tyrael did not think any less of the girl because of being part Lycan but he had decided to be cautious of all occupants here,

You could never tell who was friends with who and if she was part Lycan she would be in the same pack as Zakhar.

As far a High Elves went he was quite mild, not as judgmental as most but he still had that telltale Elven pride and stubbornness.

Her eyes turned down to the book again, soft smile still on her lips.

He had answered her back, even if he hadn't turned to look at her. That was more than she was expecting. She was content with that.

She turned the page, humming softly to herself.

Moe's eyes flickered up to him after a few minutes and she cocked her head to the side slightly.