I've finished parts 5 and 6, and I'm a few paragraphs into part 7. These are all first drafts or rough drafts.
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Behind them were the Higher Ladies, who looked noticeably more uptight than the Ladies. Their dresses were white, long and elegant. Each carried a white fan and wore a white bonnet with a white veil. The only spot of color was over their hearts; a spread of crimson, like blood, that stained each outfit.
“It’s a sign of their loyalty to their Lord,” Rayen informed Tienne. “We learned about night-elf customs in school last week. They do it because their hearts belong to the one they serve.”
Tienne was tempted to snap ‘I don’t care’, annoyed by the darkness that followed the light-hearted Little Maidens. “That’s nice.”
“He’s a senator, though, right? The nobleman?” Rayen bounced excitedly. “The nobleman is coming soon, just after the Gentlemen.”
“Hrm,” Tienne replied, feigning interest terribly.
The Higher Ladies passed, and behind them were vampiric men in tuxedos. They, too, had canes, but their canes were silver and ornate. Their top hats were shorter than the Lords, and instead of a blossom of red over their chests, the left sleeve of each tux was torn away to reveal a burning red brand, in the shape of the night-elf crest.
The Gentlemen walked with maleficent grace, and behind them was another Couple- a Gentleman and a Higher Lady, dancing in the same fashion as the Lady and Lord before them.
Then the Nobleman.
He was sitting on a plush black seat, carried by four or five Lords. His face was impassive, but strangely smug; a slight smirk painted his features lightly. His lips were fleshy-black, and his eyes were rimmed in darkness. They stood out especially against his pale skin, glittering a sharp and piercing green past the sweeping black hair that nearly shrouded his entire face.
His attire wasn’t nessecarily regal; he wore the same sort of clothes as the Lords, a robe pinned around his shoulders with a gold-purple pin. He had no hat, but the mere saline sweetness of his presence was enough to send the elves into a daze, Rayen especially.
She stared, transfixed; the entire proscession was perrysap compared to the mere presence of the senator. His green eyes darted around, attraced by the lingering luck-magic and love-magic in the air- Tienne vaguely remembered learning in school that night-elves were more sensitive to magic when he was younger- and fell upon Rayen, whose breath caught as their eyes connected.
Tienne felt a physical blast of cold air- the nobleman then looked away, catching another slip of luck-magic somewhere in the air, his attention diverted, and the moment was over.
The nobleman passed on, leaving a troupe of singing night-elf courtiers in his wake. They sang in their strange night-elf tongue, drowning out the memory.
“Dol’srait t’ven alak, mos t’ven tiraden désac!”
Tienne rolled his eyes, quickening his pace to be free of his loudly-singing sister.
“Dol’srait t’ven, dol’srait t’ven, alak, alak, tiraden désac,” Rayen continued She danced delicately, strongly resembling the servants in the parade they had just finished watching. The sun, by now, was descending slowly over the hills, smoldering and paining the sky gold, pink and purple. A night-lolly, earned from the Little Maidens, stuck from the corner of Rayen’s mouth. A red wreathe hanging haphazardly off her head, her cloth knit bag full of goodies, a magic-made flower strung around her neck- she was laden with souvenirs from the biggest event she would ever see in her life. At least, if she never left Southern Woods. Tienne groaned as she increased in volume.
“T’ven! T’rait! Del’aat mvenne, mos wan d’vrait, tiraden t’val,” she crowed, her dancing growing mildly erratic as her intention shifted from fun to annoying Tienne. “Mal loch, mal loch, deran t’ett-”
“Oh, hush,” Tienne groaned exasperatedly, looking at his sister over his shoulder and stopping in his slow amble. “You sing terribly.”
“You’re just jealous of my skills,” Rayen replied, grinning around her night-lolly. The candy had turned black in her mouth, but was now lightening to the sky blue it had been originally, the sparse light changing its colors. “Night-lolly?”
Tienne shook his head. “Any other lollies,” he asked hopefully.
“I got a blood-lolly, a star-lolly, a moon-lolly, and a funny lookin’ green one,” Rayen recounted, holding four candy-sticks in her right hand, three blue night-lollies in her left.
Tienne queased at the prospect of eating dark-elf sweets. He shook his head and shoved his hands deep in his pockets, searching for a stick of tree gum. His attempt fruitless, Tienne turned back to the path, turning sharply around a bend and stopping in shock.
A pale man in black was standing under a tree just off the path, looking wary of the setting sun. Tienne recognized him immediately as the dark-elf senator, his fleshy black lips and gold-purple choker exposing him as royalty. Rayen cleared the bend and nearly ran into her brother; a few choice words slipped past her lips before she saw the nobleman, which left her effectively speechless.
“My Lord,” Tienne said politely, bowing slightly in respect. Rayen looked fit to throw herself to her knees and swear eternal fealty, the grand power and regality of the man throwing her off. She squeaked out a “My Lord”, which seemed to cause the night-elf some pleasure; he stirred slightly as the sound.
“Elf-sir,” the night-elf replied, his voice monotonous and youngish sounding. Tienne guessed him for 23. “And your lady,” he added, his voice sounding bored with the world and Tienne in general. He nodded softly to Rayen, who had only the capacity to gasp.
Tienne bristled. “She is my sister, Lord,” he corrected. Rayen managed to nod. The night-elf pulled on a pair of white gloves, as if he didn’t care. Darkness began to shroud the sun, and for a moment Tienne thought the night-elf was ignoring him.
“My apologies,” the senator said finally, sounding thoroughly insincere. He glanced at Rayen and made a vague hand motion. “I must be off,” he said sharply, his expression impassive. There was a warped noise and a quiet sound, like an explosion from far away. The night-elf vanished.
In the morning, Rayen left for school before Tienne awoke. It didn’t surprise him, seeing as this happened from time to time, but it left him with a gut feeling of worry and unease the remainder of the day. He worked in the Denthe family’s fields for most of the day, clearing out random debris and doing some shopping for them to make some money; he found a mucklesap-lolly by their farm fence, no doubt left by Elis Denthe, and he was more than happy to liberate the treat from his undeclared foe. The lolly, he reasoned, was rightfully his, seeing as Elis had stolen it from him at the parade.
When he returned, still sucking on the caramel colored lolly, Rayen was sitting in Ma’s chair, her hands folded in her lap.
“Good evening, Rayen,” Tienne said cautiously, curious. Rayen usually went out of herself with excitement when he came home, but now looked somber and quiet. “How was your day?”
“We learned more about night-elves today,” she said softly, almost dreamily. “And I ate a blood-lolly.”
“Didn’t you eat your blood-lolly last night when we got home?”
Rayen’s head snapped up, her eyes almost wild with something Tienne couldn’t name- she then looked down at her lap again. “Yes, of course. I meant a night-lolly. I ate a night-lolly.”
“I’m going to go out to Town to buy some things for dinner,” Tienne said, still cautious, as to not upset her. “If you’d like to come with me to watch the Nobleman leave for Eastern Wood-”
“No, that’s alright,” Rayen interrupted softly. “Goodbye, Tienne.”
Tienne frowned, too confused for words, and walked back out the door. From the corner of his eye, he saw Rayen uncover the flower necklace from underneath her hands and stroke the petals lovingly.
That was the last time Tienne saw his little sister.