Elvish Princess

"You're not being quite as subtle as you think you are." Iranon smired as he rode up beside Leda. She was on her way home for her birthday, enjoying the lull in hostilities. Iranon and his friends were escorting her, along with her 'entourage' so as to make sure she was safe. Also to make sure the journey was as fun as it could be.

"The hell you talkin' bout?" Leda grumbled, slipping into a Bordertown accent.

"The oh so clandestine looks you keep casting at yon single mother." he said. Leda heard Wiseguy snicker from her other side. "Polaris might not have noticed them, but I'm pretty sure she's the only one."

Leda kept her face inscrutable. "There could be lots of reasons I'm looking in her direction. And not necessarily at her."

Iranon laughed. "Oh yes? Pray tell."

Leda scowled. "Give me a minute."

Leda's feelings for Polaris had not faded with time, in fact if anything they had deepened. And it hadn't helped that Leander had ever so casually remarked that;

"Should you marry Polaris her girl would become the heir to the throne."

She had retorted that she could never do something so horrible to Silar. But it had surprised her. As backward as many of the Elven traditions were, they seem to have never had any prejudice against same sex marriages, or gender restrictions on who could rule or inherit.

Leander's remark had come from a discussion about how the nobles were starting to get restless for her to marry and furnish an heir. There had already been some preliminary attempts to win her favor with this son or that daughter. Her chief advisor had been hoping that he could at least interest her in marrying for love, rather than politics.

"Meddling kids." she grumbled.

There was a madness to their method. Leda and Sai, two girls on their own, backpacking across Europe, and currently lounging on a beach on some remote island in the Mediterranean. For some reason Sai kept humming Abba songs. Leda wished she'd stop. For some reason it was making her miss Anduin.

Their plan was to head north from Greece and see the Carpatian Mountains, then seek out the Black Forest, maybe head up into the Northlands before going down to Wales, over to Ireland, then to Scotland, and finally to England just in time for the wedding.

"You'd think I'd be used to it by now." Leda said absently.

"How's that?"

"The whole time travel thing. I mean, I spend a few months in Faerie, and only a week goes by in Fandom. Now I leave Fandom in May, and find out that on our Earth, it's still winter."

Sai shrugged. "Least we got good weather here."

"You think we should wait till summer to do much more sight seeing?"

"What after the royal wedding? After your face shows up on who knows how many tabloid and magazine covers? Maybe if you could do a glamour on yourself but we all know magic don't work out here in the world."

"There's gotta be other ways to disguise ourselves. All anyone's gonna see is the ears. It's not like Wolfboy's with us."

"I still think he should join us in Romania or Germany."

"Or sooner. Someone to carry all the souvenirs we're gonna be buying for people."

Leda had plans to find an antique gun for Triela, maybe some Swiss chocolates for Karla and German pastries for Momoko. Or possibly the other way around. They'd already gotten a few books for Micky and Goldie.

"What about your Fandom friends?" Sai asked.

"I left handwavey invites for them to join us at any of our points of call. Same with Strider, Wiseguy and Leander."

"God bless Portalocity." After a moment, Sai wondered;

"If you went back to Fandom now, would it be a few days after you graduated? Or would you suddenly be back in the past? Do Visitor's Weekend and...what'd you call it? Weetiny weekend? Over again?"

Leda glared at her. "That's an unfair question to ask someone who doesn't drink. Specially while you're enjoying your sangria."

"Does this mean I don't get to sign your yearbook?"

Leda kicked sand at her.

[Open for calls, texts, or even visitors via portalocity.]

Leda's return to Faery was quiet and discreet, as she'd taken a portal directly to her bed chamber. Then she'd sent a page to inform her friends of her arrival.

( They wasted little time )

( The Council of Nobles )

[NFB for distance, NFI as well, but ooc comments are always appreciated. Thanks go to Francine Mun for the casting of Sai. And I hope Karla Mun is happy with the non-casting of either of her father figures as villains.]

Wiseguy told Leda and Leda handwavily to her friends, and then just as handwavily decided what the hell and sent out a mass e-mail about the party in Wiseguy's suite, so that introductions and such could be made.

There was no Peca in sight, but ther was booze, non-booze, and Mad River Water, and Elven Wine. Both very potent and happy inducing, but beware the hangover as certain folks could testify.

Also there was food. Chinese and Mexican. Maybe pizza later.

[Open to all! No we will not be trashing the suite! I am at work so I will have to ping Leda's visitors in later (unless I remember their password). SP is teh love. IMPORTANT NOTE: One of Leda's visitors hates you all. Seriously to Crystaviel all non-Elves are like insects, and you know how some people feel about insects. She will not be letting on though, and she has shields up so you empaths and psychics couldn't be able to tell. She might come across as a bit snobby of course, but no more so than any spoiled rich popular high schooler.

( Flashback )

The pop tart things were really hard to cook over a fire. "Shit." Another one fell off her forked stick and into the fire. One more try and then she was just gonna eat the things cold.

[Open!]

( Flashback )

There were many reasons why Leda drank Peca. Addiction was only one of them. Right now though, she was only drinking fruit juice. These blends they sold out in the world were great. This memory wasn't one that made her want to drown it. But in case it led to others that did, she had a bottle in the pocket of her jacket.

[Post is open like an open post.]