A Teacher for Laynie: Mystery at the Academy (Part 2)

[Bront]

"So you're special?" Vanitri says. "I wouldn't argue with that. You're bright, beautiful, and unique. And no one can argue that.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"No, it's not that...I''m an albino...so that's why it isn't obvious but...I'm a dark elf, Vanitri," Misha's eyes begin to tear up, "I know you'll hate me now..."

 

[Bront]

Vanitri wipes away a tear, "Shh, don't cry. No matter what you may have heard, I am not my namesake. The Duskrider is not me, and I have no reason to be so shallow as to hate you for being a dark elf."

He draws her up into a tender kiss. "I am glad you shared that with me though. I think that it shows me enormous trust. And I shall not say a word to anyone."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Don't give me too much credit. Some people already know...so I knew I had to tell you so you didn't hear it from someone else first...My father was one of the Nesfylim, and he raped and maimed my mother. She lived, but she died giving birth to me. I think the only thing that spared me was my albino condition, as the other elves thought I wasn't a drow until I innocently discovered my innate magical abilities a few years before my naming ceremony...and so they named me Misha, after Mishtuli, the demon god of the Nesfylim...and they refused to associate with me. They hated me...and who could blame them? The dark elves have caused so much pain...I have too--I killed my mother," Misha begins to cry in earnest, pulling herself close against Vanitri and sobbing in his chest, "I...I'm sorry, you don't deserve to have to hear all this whining, but...most people who know don't want to talk to me, but you are so kind...to listen...to me."

 

[Bront]

"Shhh," Vanitri says, rocking her gently. "From where I sit, there's nothing more than a beautiful elven girl, and it's a shame more people can't see you for who you are, and not what."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"You're too kind, but...they aren't wrong to hate me. Despite my mother's love smiling from above and being raised among her kind, I still feel urges, bloodlust, from my people's dark nature..."

*Misha perks up slightly.*

"There now, I...I think I've gotten that out of my system, but I've gone and embarrassed myself. Now you're going to think I'm one of those clingers who has issues."

 

[Bront]

"Everyone feels things they'd rather not admit too, It's weather you act on them that's the issue."

"However, I'll bet there's something other than bloodlust that you'd rather act on now," Vanitri says swith a smile.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Well, a different kind of bloodlust anyway," Misha grins, "You're very patient with me, I'm sorry--I won't break down like that again."

*She lowers herself into a long kiss.*

 

[Bront]

"Sometimes we just have to open up to someone, nothing wrong with that," Vanitri says, and comes back for yet another long kiss.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Misha smiles and continues the kiss. After some time, she whispers softly:*

"Think we should try more studying?"