CUT TO: THE REALM OF IHIOSADORE
EXT. THE RUINS OF SILKBROOKE - EARLY NIGHT
AMERETH, TO̅MI, AND SHADE STAND ACROSS FROM XANTHEA WHO LEANS AGAINST A DILAPIDATED BUILDING WALL. XANTHEA HAS HER ARMS CROSSED AND SPORTS A COCKY EXPRESSION.
[Xanthea]
You know, Amereth, I hate to say it, but I told you so.
[Amereth]
Don't fib.
[Xanthea]
Why would you assume that I'm fibbing?
[Amereth]
Because of the smirk plastered across your face, you keep it up and your cheeks are likely to ache.
XANTHEA CHUCKLES AND STANDS UP OFF THE BUILDING. AMERETH STARTS WALKING TOWARD XANTHEA AND XANTHEA BEGINS WALKING TOWARD AMERETH. TO̅MI AND SHADE BOTH TENSE UP BUT AMERETH GIVES THEM THE SIGNAL THAT EVERYTHING IS FINE. WHEN XANTHEA AND AMERETH MEET THEY HUG ONE ANOTHER AND RELEASE EACH OTHER A FEW SECONDS LATER.
[Xanthea]
It's nice to see you again.
[Amereth]
Same here.
TO̅MI AND SHADE LOOK AT EACH OTHER WITH BAFFLED EXPRESSIONS.
[Shade]
Do you know what's going on?
[To̅mi]
I haven't the slightest clue.
XANTHEA APPROACHES TO̅MI AND GIVES HER A QUICK LOOKOVER.
[Xanthea]
Oh, you must be To̅mi. My, you've grown up. You were only a runt the last time I saw you.
TO̅MI DEVELOPS A HUFFY EXPRESSION.
[To̅mi]
Runt?
XANTHEA CHUCKLES AND WAVES AT TO̅MI IN A PLAYFULLY DISMISSIVE GESTURE.
[Xanthea]
I only jest. You're still as cute as ever though. You've got your mom's eyes.
XANTHEA GLANCES OVER AT SHADE WITH A HAUGHTY SMIRK. SHADE DEVELOPS AN UNCERTAIN EXPRESSION.
[Xanthea]
Oh, you're pretty interesting.
[Shade]
Um... thanks, I guess.
[Xanthea]
I'm surprised Amereth keeps your company.
[Shade]
Why's that?
[Amereth]
Don't mind her. Pestering is her love language.
[Xanthea]
It's the only interesting love language, anyway.
XANTHEA FACES AMERETH AGAIN.
[Xanthea]
So, about how I was right. Oh, yes.
XANTHEA CIRCLES AMERETH AS SHE PONTIFICATES.
[Xanthea]
Look at you, Amereth. I never once thought I'd see the day when you were a rebel. I almost couldn't believe my ears when I heard the news, Amereth the noble wood elf, an enemy of the elven crown. However, seeing is believing. Ah hell, who am I kidding, I'm still having trouble parsing it together.
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Shade & Plasmasonic: Sorrows of Sariandi
FantasyTo̅mi, Amereth, and many other elves that have sought refuge in our realm have encountered a colossal conundrum. The elfen prince of Ihiosadore is demanding that all elves be brought before him for a clandestine cause. However, many believe he has s...
