Centopia's dark farmer

Chapter 10: peaceful discussions

Sooo this was one of the few Au that's I have but done nothing  so I'd decided to pull this Au out of the cupboard. Don't we love the cabinet? It's full of beautiful ideas that I'd haven't used yet and use it to make my life easier, soooooo it's time for some trigger warnings that aer in this Chapter lmao-mentions of the abuse/shown abuse and self-deprecating thoughts/self-harm, Somewhat graphic violence, PTSD mentions Panic attacks, Discrimination, Mental illness mentions/shown,

Time for a disclaimers: Mia and me does not
belong to me. I am simply borrowing the characters and world for fun and writing practice because I'd need to some for getting my original book written in time for the end of this year hopefully.

So, this is a little jumbled, but I blame the show format for this. Also spoilers for basically the rest of the season. It made sense to keep a lot of it in when I was writing this, so the over arching story with Mia will have all the important mile stones with obvious differences that we won't see because we're hanging with Violetta.
. It's just wanted to have a break. Do something for a show that I enjoyed when I watched it and this was a bit of a worldbuilding experiment because it felt like the world of Centopia had the potential to be something, but they didn't do anything with it. Very interesting concepts if you've watched the show and you'll see what I mean as we go through the story because essentially in the show the normal elves are pretty much just a racist to the dark elves and it's never really explained why and I just kind of wanna do some well building experiments but also give some love to a show/story that doesn't really get that much love.

The only things that'll be mine are the OC's, that's i'd iinclude any in the story, and most of the story's plot is mine, but we do eventually get into Mia and me plot for sometimes also because of my dyslexia so plz tell me if and then I'll write the words wrong so it's easier for everyone to read I'd appreciate it but whatever the show must go on))
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I really, really disliked elves. Not dark elves, though they could be annoying too. But between Rixel and the other elves, I was starting to think the flying sort of elves should have been the ones on the brink of extinction. If it wasn't Rixel crushing half of the garden with his dragon, it was Mo or Yuko trying to guilt information out of me. Which was stupid, because while I knew more than Rixel and Gorgona thought I did, mostly because they were horrible at keeping secrets.

Then there was Tessandra and Simo, they didn't judge me as harshly, but I wasn't sure how much I could trust her with what I knew.

So, I ended up avoiding all of them, and even glaring at Gorgona a few times. Of course, I still had to take care of the gardens. Tessandra's did well, but she wasn't very good at giving me the space I asked for, and Simo was just plain awkward. Out of everyone, he was the one best with me, in that he had an actual interest in the garden. He actually reminded me of being human. He had a sort of genuine interest in growing things, but lacked the innate knowledge and interest as prevalent in dark elves.

Still, he was most definitely the elves in the crater friends. In fact, the times I'd been successfully ambushed by Mo and Yuko had been after working with Simo. I sighed. And I really hadn't minded working with the awkward elf.

Zootopia was just as smelly as ever. My nose wrinkled in disgust as I entered the impossibly floating island.

In the background was the Dark Elf Lord. Who, surprisingly, liked me well enough. He didn't really talk to me, but he seemed happy that I was here. At least happy that Gorgona wasn't alone.

The lights went out, the Lord gone, and out came Rixel with a huff, closely followed by Gorgona who instantly went to stand by me. I blushed as she took one of the plates I had prepared. Rixel had demanded that I get a shift making food too. So it was my day to make the meals. I had no idea what I was doing, but while my food didn't always look very appetizing, it always tasted passible. I did have a sense for plants after all. I instinctively not only knew what was edible, but certain traits about the plants and even tastes.