Working on something new.
People like him always think they are doing good, until they meet with my resolve. Targeting him from across the room without looking directly at him, I slowly make my way through the crowd while taking the necessary time to engage in conversation along the way. It helps that they find my current face to be familiar. Maybe it would have been easier to disguise myself as wait staff, but that is also cliche.
Taking time to appreciate the elegance of the natural decor, I am not surprised that the humans decided to host the party here at a cherished forest hall. Granted, the singing magicians are long gone, yet it still seems a violation for them to occupy the area as though they deserve to be here. Most of them are blissfully unaware in many ways this fine night as they socialize and drink.
"May I have this dance?" asks a voice from the side.
Expecting a grotesque old man to be seeking my favor, I am surprised by a handsome face for his kind. I spend much of my time disguised as them, but rarely do I perceive them as attractive. There is always a rare exception, and this sable eyed gentleman is a welcome diversity and diversion with his charming, curvaceous smile.
"Apologies if I'm being too forward, madame," he says with one hand behind his back and the other across an obviously flat stomach. "But you've had my eye since your arrival an hour ago."
Only half feigning an emotional response, I slightly lower my eyelids as my gaze continues to scan the area for any sign of having been marked. Everything and everyone still appears normal.
Returning my attention to the intriguing suitor, it is obvious he is not acquainted with the face or the woman I am impersonating this evening. Staring into his eyes, it also becomes apparent that he is not you.
Tonight is not when we reunite, for you are still in the past and I will make my way back to you in time.
"I would be delighted for a spin across the floor," I say as I extend a consenting hand.
People like him always think they are doing good, until they meet with my resolve. Targeting him from across the room without looking directly at him, I slowly make my way through the crowd while taking the necessary time to engage in conversation along the way. It helps that they find my current face to be familiar. Maybe it would have been easier to disguise myself as wait staff, but that is also cliche.
Taking time to appreciate the elegance of the natural decor, I am not surprised that the humans decided to host the party here at a cherished forest hall. Granted, the singing magicians are long gone, yet it still seems a violation for them to occupy the area as though they deserve to be here. Most of them are blissfully unaware in many ways this fine night as they socialize and drink.
"May I have this dance?" asks a voice from the side.
Expecting a grotesque old man to be seeking my favor, I am surprised by a handsome face for his kind. I spend much of my time disguised as them, but rarely do I perceive them as attractive. There is always a rare exception, and this sable eyed gentleman is a welcome diversity and diversion with his charming, curvaceous smile.
"Apologies if I'm being too forward, madame," he says with one hand behind his back and the other across an obviously flat stomach. "But you've had my eye since your arrival an hour ago."
Only half feigning an emotional response, I slightly lower my eyelids as my gaze continues to scan the area for any sign of having been marked. Everything and everyone still appears normal.
Returning my attention to the intriguing suitor, it is obvious he is not acquainted with the face or the woman I am impersonating this evening. Staring into his eyes, it also becomes apparent that he is not you.
Tonight is not when we reunite, for you are still in the past and I will make my way back to you in time.
"I would be delighted for a spin across the floor," I say as I extend a consenting hand.
"Never trust a fox. Looks like a dog, behaves like a cat."
~ Erin Hunter
~ Erin Hunter