#moonlight;

happy birthday my moonlight.

one more time

kay got me one of those instant film cameras for my summoning day and i totally didnt delete the first upload of this on accident

@veryunlikelyheroes

Though it only consisted of a number of tents and piles of raw material, the spot where Saelihn planned to build her city-- with permission from the king-- was practically vibrant with a sort of positive energy.

Workers came to and from their material sources on set shifts. Engineers and architects deliberated blueprints, building styles; how much of their architecture had to be surface-based just to keep the buildings standing? And how much of the overall style had to reflect the dark elven race, so they would never lose their heritage?

These were not questions Nadal needed to ask nor to answer. He’d visited the soon-to-be city of Myazhe-- Saelihn’s Paradise-- so that he could bid for the seat at the head of his house.

Saelihn, however, was otherwise occupied at the moment, with a meeting among the other nobles about city planning and law making. So while he waited, he’d wander.

While he wandered, he noticed a small commotion among the workers on their resting shifts, whispers between people as many pairs of red eyes fell on her. A high elf, fair and blonde. Most gave her a wide berth and went on with their tasks, though would steal gazes now and then, just to be certain this wasn’t some kind of trap.

The hairs on the back of Nadal’s neck stood up straight. His hands shook, and he briefly ran one over the top of his belt’s lavender-shaded buckle. For that extra bit of confidence, he could swap appearances-- but Saelihn needed to recognize him when she was next available. His hand dropped, fell to his side as he approached.

Briefly, he regretted leaving his weapon and armor in the cart.

“Afternoon, ma’am,” he greeted, standing up straight and tall as he could manage. He attempted a smile, though it fell flat quickly and only a serious expression remained behind. “May I ask what it is you’re doing here?” 

He's hanging with the monsterz™ well... not Luke and Lorenzo lol

I would put him on the star wars wall but...

I have no more space except for up top and there is too much in the way. Plus, how would I see him from way up there! (My kids hammock is in the way)

Nadal stepped into the forest on the soles of simple black walking shoes. From them, black flower-patterned lace led up to a short-- though loose-- black, woolen skirt and matching shirt cut at a three-quarter sleeve. Lace made up the fourth quarter of his sleeves, flared at the ends for a more delicate touch. He tied his hair into a bun, kept in place by a small braid that circled around its entirety. Thin lips had been stained dark indigo for the evening, and though he’d done his best, he couldn’t get his lips to appear too much more full.

Though he left the belt behind, he retained his feminine form from earlier.

From the basket he held in his arm, he produced a blanket, upon which he placed a bowl full of freshly-cooked ‘spaghetti squash’, they’d called it, mixed with cucumbers and chopped carrots and topped in sweet onion sauce. Admittedly, he may have asked for help cooking such a complicated thing, but Vyth came to his rescue on that one. From there, he’d bought a small selection of apples, four bars of chocolate, and brought along a plate full of assorted meat jerky the team had made.

Nadal’s shopping list grew ever greater in town; so much so that he would now count himself the poorest member of their five man band. So be it. The floral-scented massage oil, though his most costly purchase of the lot, would come in handy should Poppy require a little bit of rest and relaxation. With or without a happy ending.

The rope had a multitude of uses... One could use it to climb down a sheer cliff... One could tie it to the bottom of one’s bed frame and tuck it away for later use. Potayto, potahto.

Then, a few little knickknacks from the shop that claimed to invent the very belt he wore, run by an outgoing human of indeterminate gender and a reserved gold elf also of indeterminate gender. Notably, sacks for one’s shaft made of sheepskin, and two sets of the patented False Phallus, in each available size (for medium humanoids). Along with a harness that each was built to be compatible with.

On their way back, however, they caught a curious sight.

Four large, wooden wheels laid on the ground next to a pile of detached planks. A saw made its jagged scrapes against wood. A small piece of scrap clattered into a pile of the same.

Nadal measured out one of the longer planks against the back of the closed cart, then painted with a dab of ink that closely matched their cart’s maroon.