The life of past and future

Chapter three: I Am No Maiden

Melissa walked into the living room of the dorm to see the other roommates talking in a little circle.

"Hey guys, I miss something?"

The tallest of the girls turned to her. "There's someone waiting for you in your room."

"Oh" Melissa walked towards her and Brittany's room.

"You have really got to stop having all these freaks come around."

Melissa ignored the comment and closed her door. Nuala stood looking out her window.

"Hi Nuala, what brings you around?"

Nuala walked over and gave her a hug. "My brother has informed me that he will be going to war against the other elves."

"I know, I was the there when he decided to."

"You must change his mind."

Melissa took measured steps away from Nuala towards her night table.

"Look, Nuala, Nuada still hurts from what he considers a betrayal. I can no longer change his mind about this war than I can change your mind on your love for Abe. He will do as he sees just, and this war will be, at least to him."

"What will you do then if you are not going to stop him, will you support him?"

"Yes, I plan on fighting along side his army, I have that right."

"He will not allow it, he cares for you too much."

"He cannot stop me."

Nuala sighed, but stopped arguing, instead she grabbed a duffle bag and moved to her dressers.

"What are you doing?"

"My brother misses having you with him, I think it would do him some good if you spent the weekend at the bureau. He had elfish clothes for you made, but no dresses." She noticed as she transferred different outfits from the drawer into the bag.

"I know, he knows I don't wear dresses."

"We will stop at the Troll Market and get you measured for one."

"Do I have a choice?"

"No."

"I see how you two are related."

"Ow! that was my skin."

Melissa stood on a stool as two creatures, she had no idea what, pinned fabric to her. Nuala sat in a chair with a smile on her face. The head seamstress looked at her measurements with a critical look, she seemed a bit upset with it.

"Nuala, I'm getting you for this later."

"You will thank me after Nuada sees you in this dress."

"Whatever, it's not even my type."

"Yes, long and flowing is not the type of dresses nymph's wear, we will have another made, shorter and more revealing to please the nymph in you."

Twenty minutes later the two left the seamstress. They were told to return in four days for the dresses. The look of the head seamstress stayed in Melissa's head.

"Nuala, why did that seamstress look upset when she saw my measurements, she think I'm fat or something?"

"No, it is because you are known in the fae world as Nuada's lover, she thought you too tiny, though your proportion seemed to be okay in size."

"My what?"

"Your chest and hips, they seem to be an okay size for child bearing and nursing."

"Oh, but I'm not pregnant."