A drop of moonlight

Chapter 4: Beginning

Denise’s eyes were drawn to the laying figure of a sleeping elf. It was not the elf she had helped the night before. She can actually tell that this elf was a male with sharper features and by the clothing they wore. They say that elves are particular and strict with some things and clothings is one of those things.

While she is no expert, she knew that this elf might be of some standing with the quality of their garbs. She heard tales of what most elves use and what only a few high rank elves use. They say that only those with great standing could wear the silkiest clothes made by the fiber of the mother tree’s fibers which look ethereal and unreplicable by any other race bearing nature's protection and love.

With the sheen and the look of the elf’s clothing, this person is of high rank. That pony-like creature had just dropped Denise to its place of slumber. While elves are quite peaceful in nature, Denise is not taking her chances as there are always outliers and there is no telling if this elf is one of them.

Making up her mind with no brainer, Denise was quick to leave the area. However, before she could even take a few steps away, the ground shook and had her fall in the ground. She had great reflexes, after the initial tremors she was able to stabilize herself and try to lessen the impact of the shaking to herself to minimum.

But the tremors seemed to get worse and worse as seconds passed by. Denise was getting worried about her safety with how near she was with a tall tree that could potentially drop above her. Trees does a good job in handling the tremors, but Denise has a feeling that if she does not get out of her current position something terrible will happen to her. And she trusts her instincts more than anything, especially at times like this.

With reluctance, Denise slowly moved backward nearer to the figure of the sleeping elf. It seems to be the safest place with how they seem to be not bothered by the shaking. Now that she was nearer, the proximity of the elf was not influenced by the earthquake at all. Is this what it means to be loved by nature? Catastrophe of this magnitude is not affecting them at all now that she was close enough to observe them up close.

He is beautiful. Denise admitted to herself as she had her eyes on the elf. Her brother always says that she is weak with beautiful people and seeing and being in a close proximity of such beauty made Denise unashamed to admit to her weakness. If her eyes could feast on such an aesthetic, she is proud of such weakness.

Like some mindless idiot or simply too drunk on the sight before her, Denise failed to realize that the elf’s fingers moved. Nor did she realize that the tremors had stopped altogether in her daze. Almost as if she was spellbound, she was just there, getting nearer and nearer to the elf until she was a few inches away to touch them.

Just near enough, Denise woke up from her daze and looked at her proximity in horror. Similar to a shook feline, she was quick to make a distance. But to her surprise, her feet were stuck to the ground unmoving to the commands of her brain and reluctantly her heart that's beating erratically in nervousness.

“What in the world!” Denise tried to move and she struggled to take a step back away from the elf. “This is not funny. You have to get away from here Denise! Move your feet and leave!”

And as if playing with her, a strong wind pushed her towards the sleeping elf. With her eyes closed, she can feel the elf's strong body under her. And while she is quite young and uninterested in marriage and those kinds of things that excites girls of her age, she has more than enough knowledge of what makes men attractive to girls. With the solidness she feels, Denise knows that this is the catch that most girls are dreaming for a partner.

After a feel, Denise bounced back and got on her feet. She did her best not to mind the sensation and just forgot about it all together. It was an accident and though it was, she was feeling like a hooligan taking advantage of a young and innocent young naive maiden. However, the blushing on her face would tell the world that she definitely is not going to forget the sensation for at least a long time.

Other than relatives, this is the first time she had close enough contact with the opposite gender that went to that level of skinship. The touches of her captor were not counted as they are more or less looking at her like some goods, in their eyes she was a thing that needed no consideration as a lifeform. Thus, those people are not considered by Denise in a similar fashion.

“Decorum Denise.” Denise murmured to herself. “Think of your lessons. Be a lady of education, mind your distance from gentlemen at a reasonable distance.”

Denise hates the lessons she had been taught back home, but for her convenience she was more than happy to use them as a shield to protect herself. And for this situation, she is willing to be a shy and respectable maiden she was taught to be and not the feral child her mother has raised and loved. Her teacher would be proud of her while her brother might take note of this and use it to blackmail her in the future if he gets to know about it. And as luck has it, none of them is present and no one could spread the tale.

Well, there was one and Denise is willing to strike a deal just to make sure it is something of history no one knows about.