Casiama's Own
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Casiama stood in front of the two mesmerized humans with her arms outstretched, smiling.
She had summoned her battle garb from her off-world storage, a plane of existence unreachable by any other being.
Casiama was wearing a flowing, long white skirt which draped down the sides of her legs to the forest floor. It opened at her front, showing off her shining white steel greaves which rose to her thighs, and her white skirt which lay barely two inches past her crotch, a couple inches of naked skin on display between them.
An intricate golden belt held the skirt in place, a bright blue sapphire on the buckle. A bodice stretched around her back to her breasts, her chest being covered by a thinner white cloth where the bodice did not meet, which still revealed the top of her bust.
Her arms held several pieces of armor, all showing naked skin between; paudrons, armlets, and gauntlets all shining in the same white steel as the greaves. Her hooded cloak was the same thick white fabric as her flowing skirt and bodice, all three pieces trimmed with gold stiching. Lastly, a golden necklace with another sapphire lay on her chest, a white choker wrapped tightly around her neck and a intricate shining white circlet sat on her forehead.
Alanna jumped up after ten seconds of pure amazement as her eyes danced over the elf, running over to her and touching her cloak and skirts.
"It's real!" she squealed, running her hands over the gauntlets. "Conjuration magic!" Alanna's eyes didn't leave the elf's form. "Talos, Talos can we keep her?"
Talos, too, was just as amazed as Alanna but attempted to hide the fact, sitting back with a grin.
"Cass... Princess Casiama the Fourth, right? Of Tor Valliya?" he questioned, attempting to hide his amusement. The elf nodded with a raised eyebrow, perplexed that the man knew.
"Hah!" he exclaimed, finally failing to hide his astonishment. Alanna stepped back.
"Princess? Like, royalty princess?" the sorceress asked unblinkingly, her eyes somehow growing wider. The elf smiled sweetly at Alanna before turning back to Talos, still looking confused.
"You were a young maiden of only eighteen when I visited the city. A long story, but a good one I swear to tell later. Anyway, a parade was being held in your honor for some reason or another." Talos explained to the elf, answering her perplexed look.
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Which makes her only twenty-seven or twenty-eight now. Young, very young for an elf,"
he mused to himself. Alanna probably picked it up, too, Talos feeling her presence.
The princess nodded. "My coming of age ceremony," Casiama reminisced, "My favorite memory. I figured the city would have grown tired of them by then, me being twenty-first in line to the throne." The elf held her white-and-gold cloak tightly, stroking it as she remembered. "I took up magic - conjuration - the following day, just to get the suitors away from me." Casiama giggled softly and swayed side-to-side, a maiden once more.
Alanna was now shifting her gaze between her two companions, more lost than ever.
Talos began explaining the situation to a very confused looking Alanna. "Elven kings take multiple wives, so they naturally have many children. The coming of age ceremony basically shouts to all the city, nay, all
Elvendom
of her being of age to marry. Naturally, a princess receives many suitors." He looked sadly at Casiama for a second before continuing, "and elven sorceresses lose the ability to have children... just like most human sorceresses do. That would have made her off-limits to her own race, I suppose." Alanna understood. Many of her colleagues at the College of Catriona had sought to reverse the condition, once, a condition which had been known since the dawn of magic. The primary downside of magical aptitude.
Talos noticed the elf taking a small step towards him, her hand continuing to rub her cloak slowly, and shifted his gaze towards her.
Casiama continued his explanation, pretending to continue for Alanna but was transfixed only to Talos. "The main difference between our kinds is that humans still have relationships even without the chance of offspring," she whispered as she took one step closer. "Elves will not. We marry for life, and results are expected of the union."
"Hundreds of years of life," Talos added with a smirk.
He wouldn't be able to stand it. He wondered if Casiama had thought about it, still being young and beautiful. He knew that elven minds simply worked at their own slow pace, a patience that he'd never have. He looked her angelic form up and down again before resting his sight on her eyes once more.
"Hundreds of years... alone with my magic," the elven beauty purred softly, taking another small step towards the man. Her free hand had fell to her skirt, stroking it with the same sensuality as the cloak.
