Post by Le Lumineux on Sept 16, 2007 2:57:10 GMT -5
“Lumii! Where are you?!” called a playful voice, a smile dancing at the tips of the elf’s mouth as she shuffled around in crude closets and old bookshelves. “I’m gonna find you!” she warned, grinning from ear to ear.
What the elf failed to realize was that what she was trying to find was merely standing in the middle of the room, arms folded, one eyebrow raised. “C’mon, you stupid fairy – get out here!”
The fairy, wings flowing from her back, sighed. “I’m right here.”
The elf turned around, surprised. “What – but … I thought you…”
A smirk danced at the tips of the fairy’s lips. “Nissa, you’re so naïve.”
Often, you will find that when you want to hide from something, hiding in plain sight will work to your interests acutely. Most people don’t expect the unexpected – and often, will simply expect what they do expect. When you’re looking for that book that you just couldn’t find, and it happens to be on the table, right before your very eyes – how stupid will you feel?
So, this is what I go by – if I’m being searched for, I’ll just hide in plain sight. They’ll never find me that way. It’s a perfect excuse to be walking around in a forest, though my cloak shields me from view, appearance and all. No – I’m not afraid. I am never afraid. I am a child of the moon. I am not afraid of darkness, and I am not afraid of fabled assassins come to wipe me out. The Sanguine Revenge would be proud, I think, eyes shadowed under my black hood. And, even if someone did find me – what could they possibly do? I have a sharp sword sheathed on my right side, and a bow and arrow on my left – including an assortment of necessary items that an assassin, such as myself, would need.
My eyes upturn to the sky, partly covered by the dark trees swaying like moonlit dancers in the night – the sky is pelted by stars, and the moon is out and shining. I smile lavishly. I’ve always felt as if that large hunk of glowing starshine has given me strength – but, then again, I am a fairy – a child of the moon.
I continue walking, petite feet not making so much as a sound, watching, waiting, perhaps for something to kill – or something of interest. Not much has happened to me lately … I am in hiding, after all. You can’t expect much…
What the elf failed to realize was that what she was trying to find was merely standing in the middle of the room, arms folded, one eyebrow raised. “C’mon, you stupid fairy – get out here!”
The fairy, wings flowing from her back, sighed. “I’m right here.”
The elf turned around, surprised. “What – but … I thought you…”
A smirk danced at the tips of the fairy’s lips. “Nissa, you’re so naïve.”
Often, you will find that when you want to hide from something, hiding in plain sight will work to your interests acutely. Most people don’t expect the unexpected – and often, will simply expect what they do expect. When you’re looking for that book that you just couldn’t find, and it happens to be on the table, right before your very eyes – how stupid will you feel?
So, this is what I go by – if I’m being searched for, I’ll just hide in plain sight. They’ll never find me that way. It’s a perfect excuse to be walking around in a forest, though my cloak shields me from view, appearance and all. No – I’m not afraid. I am never afraid. I am a child of the moon. I am not afraid of darkness, and I am not afraid of fabled assassins come to wipe me out. The Sanguine Revenge would be proud, I think, eyes shadowed under my black hood. And, even if someone did find me – what could they possibly do? I have a sharp sword sheathed on my right side, and a bow and arrow on my left – including an assortment of necessary items that an assassin, such as myself, would need.
My eyes upturn to the sky, partly covered by the dark trees swaying like moonlit dancers in the night – the sky is pelted by stars, and the moon is out and shining. I smile lavishly. I’ve always felt as if that large hunk of glowing starshine has given me strength – but, then again, I am a fairy – a child of the moon.
I continue walking, petite feet not making so much as a sound, watching, waiting, perhaps for something to kill – or something of interest. Not much has happened to me lately … I am in hiding, after all. You can’t expect much…