In was an oddly cold day in Elendia, the kind of day that makes you want to sit by a fire inside and read a book. Of course, Ein wasn't that sort of person. He wasn't a stupid young fellow, not at all, but much like Serene, he wasn't a man of books, they bored him to tears... unless they had nude goddesses, like in Tetyhs...
But those he wouldn't be finding here, not even in the Magic Guild. Soala must have seen to that, or maybe that bastard Claude had taken them all for his own viewing... but, regardless of his books and quest to find them, he was out and about, just wandering, really. He did it every now and again when he had nothing much to do in these peaceful days. And he was having very little luck in finding somebody, anybody to talk to or something to do.
The grove was empty, everybody was likely inside, even the catgirl Mursya. Undine Spring was the same, Meute wasn't anywhere to be found, the Elder, despite being a nice fellow would most likely just bore him tears, and the Crystal Caverns were out of the question for the very same reason.
All that really left were the Pixia's. They were a nice family, really very kind to him, and he hadn't seen them in a while. If he were lucky, he might just be able to have a nice talk with them, and at the worst, he could simply play with Molan and regale Gill with the stories of his battles with the Accursed and Seth-Ra.
Coming upon their home after nearly 10 minutes of walking, he knocked upon the door. There wasn't an answer. He knocked again, but still nothing. He looked in the windows and noticed that there was no life within, not even a fire.
"Seems they're out..."
He mumbled, feeling a slight sinking in his chest. They were his last option... but suddenly, his ears perked up as he heard something. He followed the sound to the south of the home, and the sound got louder, it became more clear, it was the sound of a child.
Making his way into the very clearing that he had fist met the Pixia children, his eyes spotted her, it was Molan, and she was playing with a ball. It was odd how children could be so amused by something so simple... then again, since he never had a childhood, he may never be able to truly understand it.
He was about to call out to her when he heard the voice of Mylene call for Molan. The little girl called back to her mother, and then she entered his field of vision...
She was lovely as always, clothed in a simple light green dress that seemed to flatter her figure, even if it wasn't her intent. Her deep green eyes were warm as ever, they were a perfect match for her long hair, which she was wearing down this day, covering her wonderfully pointed ears. He had met her the very first day he was in this small village, and he was taken with her ever since. She was kind and gentle, a loving mother, somebody he simply enjoyed being around. She made him feel at home and at ease. All she had to do was smile at him and he could feel his trouble melt away...
She came to her daughter, carrying a basket which she always used for laundry. It seems she had just finished getting them down. When she reached her little girl, he saw her put it down, and much to Molan's pleasure, she started to play ball with her. He wanted to join in, but something held him back, so he moved behind a tree a little, to stay out of sight and just watched them. It was a heart warming scene, really, mother and daughter playing together, showing the strong bond of family he sometimes longed for...
But as time moved on, he started to find himself focusing more and more on Mylene. She was beautiful in motion, her hair moving about in the wind, the swaying of her breasts as she thre-
"What the...?"
He blinked a few times and then shook his head, trying to clear his mind of such thoughts, wondering how he could dare to think such a thing about her. She was, after all, a married woman and a mother, it was wrong of him, and yet... that just made her more attractive to him. He let his eyes wander back down her body, to her chest again, watching it move, all the while hating himself for it.
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