The Light Elves were those of young deities of nature; and the most beautiful voices and story telling.
More beautiful than the Sun, the Light Elves were held in such a high stance.
And the young Princess Dahlia was no exception. Daughter of Freyj...
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Dahlia's room was very plain and very simple; but she loved it. The walls were painted dark gray, and the furniture was all white. It was very technological and very advanced; though the new agent was somewhat familiar with it all.
The smell of pizza filled the room and the freshly delivered pie was sitting on the bed. After waking from a several day coma where her body healed itself, she was quite famished.
Dahlia sat at the head of the bed, her legs crossed underneath her. She was still dressed in the thin gown; she was too hungry to change first. Besides, she wanted to shower.
"I am to assume that you have never had pizza before?" Dahlia asked.
Loki sat at the edge of the bed on the other side of her. He felt out of place, but more than lucky. He had woken up this morning in a prison, and was now with Dahlia again.
"I have not. What is it?"
"It is lovely."
"Better than moon cake?"
Dahlia smiled at the name of her favorite snack. "No. Nothing is ever better than that." Then she took a slice of the food she had loved for the past few months and handed it to Loki, before taking a slice herself.
They ate in a comfortable silence. Dahlia thought of how her life had drastically changed and how despite her longing to see her family again, she enjoyed her life here. She knew that she would see her mother and Fleur again one day. Very soon, she believed. But now she was needed here and she could not vanish.
When they finished eating it had already become night. Dahlia was not tired, she probably wouldn't be for a while. Her self induced coma held her in a sleeping state for days. The Light Elf would not need to sleep for a while.
"I believe that I'm going to take a shower." Dahlia said, leaning against the soft pillows.
"You do not talk like you used to." Loki told her. "You talk more..."
"Human?"
"Yes. Very human-like."
Dahlia smiled. "I love humans. I adore them. They can be very evil, yes. But it is here in Midgard that I have made some very dear friends."
"Do you wish to stay here?"
"For now. Yes. But I would like to return home the moment I can to see my family. I hope Odin will pardon me. I cannot risk my life by going back."
Loki nodded sadly. He vowed that he would try to sneak her back to Alfheim, at least for a little while.
Dahlia stood from the bed. Her legs were no longer weak from the days she spent lying; she had recuperated very quickly. The new agent walked to the dresser and looked through it, immediately laughing when she pulled out a band shirt.
