𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝙸𝙲𝙴, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴.

[𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 @OFDARKDRUIDISMS]

* 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐃

❝ 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩? 𝘼𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙
𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙞𝙩? ❞

𝐀 𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 #𝕂𝐲𝔱𝔬𝔫 𝐨𝐫𝐢��𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞.

[𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 @OFDARKDRUIDISMS]

...does she even know the rules of dealing with humans?

(A MORTAL TRICKED HER INTO A DEAL WITH THEM?!)

[𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 @OFDARKDRUIDISMS]

Human’s thank others because the Fae tricked them into doing so.

Has she ever made a deal with the humans?

[𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 @OFDARKDRUIDISMS]

Perhaps the princess has abandoned them.

[𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 @OFDARKDRUIDISMS]

Sure, that works.

[𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 @OFDARKDRUIDISMS]

Then loosen the constraints. Go on a quest.

[𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 @OFDARKDRUIDISMS]

+listening to your opposers. ❞ she grumbled, fingers tapping on the bar counter, not paying much attention to the other.

[𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 @OFDARKDRUIDISMS]

There’s a shrug to her shoulders and she’s stepping up to the Bartop. Holding you two fingers to ask for two shots of her last drink.

❝ You finding it absurd that there are multiple rulers, isn’t surprising. You lightlings do love to be in complete control. Never +

[𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 @OFDARKDRUIDISMS]

She’s earning money on the stupidity happening here at court. Of course she’s entertained.

[𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 @OFDARKDRUIDISMS]

Such dramatic. It is rather entertaining.

[𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 @OFDARKDRUIDISMS]

She’s not healing her if she chokes.

[𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 @OFDARKDRUIDISMS]

There’s a scoff, and Shes pocketing the pouch of coin.

❝ Must I explain 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 to you? ❞ she asks, head tilting to the side. She will admit, she was slightly amused by the reaction.

[𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 @OFDARKDRUIDISMS]

There’s a snort at that.

She’s aware that’s never going to happen, correct?

[𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 @OFDARKDRUIDISMS]

She should be careful she doesn’t choke on her wine, with how quick she gulping it down.

[𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 @OFDARKDRUIDISMS]

Grumbles as she makes herself a bed under a large tree.

Stupid lightling. At least she got 100 silver out of her troubles.

Tomorrow, tomorrow she’ll find her mark.

[𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 @OFDARKDRUIDISMS]

She just doubts the lightling’s ability to count, if she was being honest.

A flash of anger sparks in the Druid’s eyes. ❝ I’d expect nothing less than ignorance coming from a 𝙇𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. ❞ she spits. The superiority of the Light always irked her.

[𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 @OFDARKDRUIDISMS]

The Druid had been busy counting her silver, not paying much mind to the other brunette for a moment—until her voice reached her ears. Drawling her attention back to her.

Shoulders shrug. ❝ Not sure they have kings. They seem to have 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 rulers. It’s strange. ❞

[𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 @OFDARKDRUIDISMS]

The Druid refrains from smirking, even if she truly wishes to do so—as she hands out the bill.

With her free hand, she’s taking taking the pouch of silver and opening it up. ❝ Pleasure doing business with you, Lightling. ❞

[𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 @OFDARKDRUIDISMS]

The Druid nods her head, keeping her features neutral. Technically, It was worth 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 50 silver.

But supply and demand.

❝ It is. Our currency doesn’t translate well here in this—wretched realm, sadly. ❞

[𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 @OFDARKDRUIDISMS]

She’s holding up a singular piece of paper—some strange etching of a man on the front. The numbers a 2 and a 0.

❝ 100 silver, for this bill. Should cover a tab here. ❞ she gruffs out.