When she came to Lexi was sitting in a seat in one of the theaters watching three men in front of her squabble over what was going to happen next.
“We have to tell her now.” That was Dillon talking to the man in the middle, who Lexi assumed that it was Roger in the dark with his arms crossed over his chest. “She has to know something’s up.”
“You two should have kept shut your mouths.” Sven looked about as angry as Roger’s form, but his hands were on his hips. “You knew we were still in the building and you two were being so loud. I can’t believe for two people from your family you were as irresponsible as to mmff—“ His mouth clapped shut suddenly and Sven glared at the larger man next to him.
Roger took in a deep breath before speaking. “I understand our mistake perfectly well. But now we have to figure out what to do from here. What to tell her.”
“Everything.” Dillon said firmly.
Sven shook his head and muffled out an answer until his mouth could move again. “Nein. Little as possible.”
Roger sighed again, a long deep aged sigh. “I agree with Sven, but it won’t be enough. So we’ll have to tell her as much as she wants to know.”
Lexi found her mouth capable of moving slowly, it was as if she’d been asleep for weeks. “What did you do to me?”
Dillon walked over and leaned on the guard rail in front of her. “We subdued you for about twenty minutes so we could figure out what we were doing. Are you okay?”
She nodded slowly, brow furrowed and eyes closed, before looking up at him. “I want to know everything.”
She was met with a kind sad smile. Dillon fixed her hair a bit as he spoke. “I know you do.” With that he turned to Roger. “I think we should start with us.”
Roger nodded and the short blonde next to him let out a huff and leaned against a row of seats. Roger waved Dillon on with a deep breath. “Go on then.”
Dillon sat on the bar in front of Lexi and calmly asked her, “What do you know about elves?”
She looked up at him with a confused expression. “Like Santa’s elves? Or like Legolas?”
Dillon chuckled softly. “Probably more like Legolas.”
“Not much.” She shook her head. “He can walk on snow and ride a shield like a skateboard.”
“Alright.” He thought about what he was going to say for a second before continuing. “I don’t know about riding a shield, but the snow thing isn’t true. Gravity doesn’t work that way.” He leaned down to look her in the eye. “Believe me. Roger and I are elves.”
Lexi just sat there looking at him, then at Roger. She blinked and looked at the two again before speaking. “That’s not funny. I know you think I’m stupid but—“
“I don’t think you’re stupid. If I thought you were stupid I’d tell you that we were just making stuff up and you’d believe me. But if I told you that after the conversation you heard earlier, would you believe me?”
Slowly, as the conversation played through her mind again, Lexi shook her head. “But…what about your ears?”
Dillon laughed and pulled his shaggy hair up and rubbed his hand along his ear. As he did it seemed as though it stretched under his hand. It was long, and pointed. “We hide it. Of course. Just a simple trick.”
“Trick.” She said, looking up at him, the confusion never playing off her face. “Like magic trick.”
“Yeah I guess. I’m not very good at magic though. I’m more a fighter than a mage. Roger’s good at magic.”
