What Little Worlds

Fifteen

-a new chapter 13 was inserted, this is not the new chapter (Jan 8, 2016)-

Amelie stood up and walked down the makeshift steps. Then she turned around to Adrien, her face lit up with glee. "Could you feel that? I was a part of it. The magic! I....I was able to connect with it. I could feel those bussing threads of energy you were using.

"I mean, I couldn't use them, but I felt them so strongly, I knew that the magic was there."

He stood up and grinned, "Maybe you just needed to relax?"

"Maybe..." she said, still unsure what had been the trick. She felt that he was not exactly correct with his assumption, but her suspicions about the answer might hurt him. She kept silent.

They tried for the next hour to extract magic out of her but were unsuccessful. But, each time Adrien used magic, she was able to feel it.

After they were both getting restless and bored Adrien stood up suddenly. "Break time!" he said.

Amelie immediately got up, relieved.

He walked over to the giant window and spread his hand out on the glass. The normal ten or so people were in the big room, practicing as well. "How do you feel about getting introduced to some of the Elves from Prost? I mentioned something to one of their Rentrés I'm friends with, so you're safe, but the guards who practice here been bothering me to make introductions since word got out about you."

"That's nice of them to have given me so much space, especially when I'm using their building," Amelie replied.

"It's only because they're scared of me. I threatened to harm anyone who approached you here or outside of the gym," he said simply. As if him physically threatening others was a casual occurrence in his day.

She wasn't sure how to respond to that so she simply chuckled lightly and gave him a half-smile. "Sure, I'd be happy to meet them."

It turned out that there was a door around the corner that lead right into the big gym. They walked through it and immediately ten heads stopped what they were doing and turned to the two newcomers.

Someone in the far right corner started jogging over to them. He had sandy hair like Adrien, and stood at almost the same height. In fact, almost everyone in the room had the same towering presence as Adrien, even the women. She hadn't noticed before because of the distance, but all of the Elves would tower over normal Humans. At 5'9" she had never before felt short. She wasn't sure if she liked it.

The sandy-haired man went up to Adrien and hugged him, then he pulled his body back, and leaned to his other side, just as Adrien did the same, then hugged again. Essentially it was as if they had hugged to the left, then to the right. Like how she had seen the french kiss to one side and then the other.

Standing next to Adrien, she could see that the Sandy-haired man was actually quite a bit larger than her friend. His arms were the width of her legs and she could see strong pectoral muscles peaking through his t-shirt.

"Greetings, Amelie. It's wonderful to finally meet the girl Adrien would sneak off to see at school! I'm Brooks." he said with a smirk. Then, he leaned in to start the strange hug she had seen he and Adrien do.

Amelie awkwardly hugged the friendly man to one side and then thankfully was pulled in for the other side. He seemed to know that she would not know how to preform the greeting.

"Now you've had your first proper Mooran greeting, Amelie! Welcome!" He slapped her on the back and she grinned at his openness.

"Hey! We're in Prost territory right now, she needs to learn our greeting first!" cut in a girl with incredibly long auburn hair. Amelie kept looking in the strangers' eyes to see if anyone had the unnatural vibrant colors, but everyone sported the same nondescript brown. She guessed they moved about the human word more than she had assumed if they all still wore their disguises.