"What race believes in one Devine Create?" She asks, her face puzzled as I shake my head.
"It's an expression," I reply, following the women onto the main street of gravel that the village has, some houses and shops built like cabins.
"What race would use their Davine creator's title in such a way that pays them no respect?" She's going to get me stressed out over a small saying soon enough.
The thunder booms, the ground shaking, and my eyes widening. "How bad will storm be?" I ask as we pass by a small child and her father, the two looked strangely. The children look normally to what a human would be, but their ears, their ears just give me the wrong impression. In books nd movies many supernatural creatures apper human until they last , could this be the same case? The women looks to a certain door up on the cliff. "Will it last long?"
"You must be from the more urban areas of the kingdom." What does she mean by that. "Out here the storms are presents from the gods that praise us for our hard work and devotion to them. We do indeed fear the storm, for the God are to be feared, but they hope for land."
I look as a women opens the door of her room, pulling out a bucket of what must be stone, engraving upon the item. "And many of us collect the water to enchant."
Enchant? Did I run into some cult here? "What for?" I ask, deciding to take this village as new culture that I'm experiencing rather than something to be afraid of. Hell, I am scared. I'm scared that I don't know where I am or anybody here.
"You really don't know. Where we're you raised? By the oceans? " I guess to be raised by oceans is bad around here, seen as as negative comment to give someone. "Well enchant it for the purposes of potions. You do know we sorceress sell the potions at the end of every two months. We head up to nearest urban city and sell them there."
My. God. Magic. They do sells upon the water and sell them. Magic. They actually practice magic and not some sort of science that is kept hidden.
"I'm sorry, I forgot, I thought you were elves."
The women stops dead in her tracks, her eyes becoming a darker blue as the thunder roars. Eyes fall upon me as I know you I've done something bad. "Those evil creature may have been part of our ancestry, but we despise that half of us, creature, we are not cold killers and deceivers as they are." Her tone of informs me well to never compare her to an elf again. " The treason that the have committed the betrayal, their suave person as they believe themselves to be better, have you knowledge to never compare anyone to an elf?"
So, elves are evil suddenly here. The only elves I can picture are the ones from fantasy book movies, where elves seen as porcelain and pristine dolls, how they as sophisticated, and the race known by their beautiful music score. "I'm sorry," I reply, feeling the wind shift as many decide to head indoor. "So,which city? Markets?"
The women cocks her head to the side. "You ask a lot of questions for someone your age.
I ignored her last comment and look around. All I can see are trees and trees, a small path heading through a patch of them. I'm guessing the nearest city I far away. "Unlike someone who lives by the oceans or those who live in town, we prefer a simple life without the luxuries."
What does she mean by that? Do they have car? They have glass windows so they mean something. Right?
"What luxuries?"
"We better head in," she replies, not answering my question as the drizzle of rain begins.