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—Middle of nowhere, Alfheim.
There was a cold front breaking out at the peak of summer.
Here, two of ambiguous racial origins were camping out in the open night, accompanied by the songs of cicadas, playing loudly, silently, and endlessly. They were neither Alfar nor were they Dokkalfar or Ljosalfar. Their skin lacked the dark pigmentation of the Ondines and were too fair to compare to the thick skins of the Tellurians. Thus, of the eight Fey races that left only the Daywalkers, Sylvestres, and the Tianshi.
However, it was clear that these two matched none of those descriptions either.
The first, who wore a white sundress that revealed her shoulders, had a gentle voice and verdant long hair that was a shade not found at all in nature. Her eyes as well were of the exact same shade and glimmered like two precious gemstones of emerald in the flickers of the camping flames.
And her companion, who wore a traveling coat, was a girl whose dull pupils were the shade of freshly spilled blood and whose hair reflected the deep reds and bright oranges of the sunset flames dancing in the pit.
“Tell me a story,” the one with a gentle voice talked to her companion as she laid on one side lazily, on a patch of dirt which she had laid an identical coat over.
“No way, you never let me finish,” responded said other in a slight pout.
Silence.
Onward silence.
Even the cicadas seemingly stopped to pay respect to this brief respite.
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The gentle voice was the first to break this armistice of silence.
“I’m bored.”
“When are you not?”
The sunset haired girl responded by prodding at the embers in the fire.
“So what happened with that Valkyrie that you said you found passed out drunk behind the stables? You said you were going to tell me the story about it later, but it’s been years since you’ve said that…”
Silence.
Silence onward.
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“You’re terrible.”
The gentle voice stated.
The girl responded by looking the other way and pretending to not have heard her..
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—Bang!
An explosive gust of air struck the pit of flames.
The flames went out immediately, but the residue remained and blew up into the air to coat the entire camp with white ash and embers.
The girl looked towards her gentle voiced companion with an annoyed expression.
Her companion looked back with an expression of defiance.
And then the cicada sounds resumed and the night continued.
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Fairy Song 