What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice,
And everything nice,
That’s what little girls are made of.
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails,
And puppy dog tails,
That’s what little boys are made of.
You can never be totally sure whether you're in this world or not. It seems to fade and waver with every step that you take, making a person wary on whether or not they should continue. The truly deserving find that they cannot resist walking further on into our world, and for them, it turns from merely a vision into a reality, the ground from what seems liquid, to completely solid. And at this point, the name comes to you, and yet you're not sure how. A word you've likely never heard before floating into your consciousness:
Ialu.
There's a rustling to your left - or is it your right? Much as when Alive fell through the looking glass, you can never be sure of anything here - and a murmur of hushed voices. Finally, a head pokes out, followed by the torso of a man, firey-coloured hair and slitted pupils. Just a costume, you'd assume, and feel quite a lot of relief, until the lower half of his body follows, a long, thick yellow snake tail that melded with his torso at the waist. He was followed up by two others, one around the same age, the other just a bit younger. Your probably thinking about leaving by now, seeing the dark-skinned younger one has a black cat's ears, tail, and eyes. The subtle scent of tobacco smoke draws your eyes to the other of the older two, his skin mottled, tufts of fur in various places, a bony, short tail protruding from his lower back, and a pair of fleshy, mousy ears poking out from beneath a head of off-tan hair.
You're rooted to the spot by now, though you're actually trying to leave; the world you've entered seems to have a strong hold on you. There's silence that seems to span an eternity, before, finally, one of the three speaks.
"Well, seems lahk yah mahnaged tah get here en one piece," the smoker notes, and you must wonder how he managed to get his hands on cigarettes when you seem to be in the middle of a forest. The snake nudges him harshly in the ribs, earning himself an irritated glare.
"What Deux means es zhat vwe are glahd to 'ave jou 'ere all een one piece," the snake responded, slowly setting gold-green green eyes back on you. "I suppose, zhough, zhat vwe owe jou en explanation..."
You don't know how long the story lasts, but by the end of it, you've found yourself sitting on a conveniently-placed rock, the cat-boy lying asleep against the snake, and a pile of cigarette butts have piled up on the grassy forest floor. You've learned so much through this conversation that your mind is buzzing, and while it feels like it's taken hours upon hours, it also feels as though no time has passed at all. That's understandable; the rift that once separated Ialu from your own world is slowly crumbling apart. Millions of years ago, both species, humans as well as Eilians lived in peace amongst one-another. Eventually, differences became too much, but now, they don't have a choice but to readjust to the old ways. Un, Deux, and Trois, the boys whom you met, are trying to find humans willing to care for younger Eilians, Senka [the females], or Betzalel [the males] until they're old enough to care for themselves.
After a few more questions and answers, you all stand once more, and you're handed a small chunk of moonstone that appears to have been flawlessly carved into a creature of some sort.. You glance down at it questioningly, and Trois seems to understand what you're so confused about. "Eet ess one off zhe Eilians. In zhat form zhey can be taken srough zhe portal connecting our two vworlds wissout wavegring or losingk form; eet ess zhe only way for zhem to travel and leef to tell about eet." You nod in understanding and look back up at the three standing their; it's likely that they are unable to pass to either world, or they simply do not wish to, as while you leave, none of them make a move to follow. You look at the figurine in your hand, and take a deep breath. It's your responsibility now.
Ialu.
There's a rustling to your left - or is it your right? Much as when Alive fell through the looking glass, you can never be sure of anything here - and a murmur of hushed voices. Finally, a head pokes out, followed by the torso of a man, firey-coloured hair and slitted pupils. Just a costume, you'd assume, and feel quite a lot of relief, until the lower half of his body follows, a long, thick yellow snake tail that melded with his torso at the waist. He was followed up by two others, one around the same age, the other just a bit younger. Your probably thinking about leaving by now, seeing the dark-skinned younger one has a black cat's ears, tail, and eyes. The subtle scent of tobacco smoke draws your eyes to the other of the older two, his skin mottled, tufts of fur in various places, a bony, short tail protruding from his lower back, and a pair of fleshy, mousy ears poking out from beneath a head of off-tan hair.
You're rooted to the spot by now, though you're actually trying to leave; the world you've entered seems to have a strong hold on you. There's silence that seems to span an eternity, before, finally, one of the three speaks.
"Well, seems lahk yah mahnaged tah get here en one piece," the smoker notes, and you must wonder how he managed to get his hands on cigarettes when you seem to be in the middle of a forest. The snake nudges him harshly in the ribs, earning himself an irritated glare.
"What Deux means es zhat vwe are glahd to 'ave jou 'ere all een one piece," the snake responded, slowly setting gold-green green eyes back on you. "I suppose, zhough, zhat vwe owe jou en explanation..."
You don't know how long the story lasts, but by the end of it, you've found yourself sitting on a conveniently-placed rock, the cat-boy lying asleep against the snake, and a pile of cigarette butts have piled up on the grassy forest floor. You've learned so much through this conversation that your mind is buzzing, and while it feels like it's taken hours upon hours, it also feels as though no time has passed at all. That's understandable; the rift that once separated Ialu from your own world is slowly crumbling apart. Millions of years ago, both species, humans as well as Eilians lived in peace amongst one-another. Eventually, differences became too much, but now, they don't have a choice but to readjust to the old ways. Un, Deux, and Trois, the boys whom you met, are trying to find humans willing to care for younger Eilians, Senka [the females], or Betzalel [the males] until they're old enough to care for themselves.
After a few more questions and answers, you all stand once more, and you're handed a small chunk of moonstone that appears to have been flawlessly carved into a creature of some sort.. You glance down at it questioningly, and Trois seems to understand what you're so confused about. "Eet ess one off zhe Eilians. In zhat form zhey can be taken srough zhe portal connecting our two vworlds wissout wavegring or losingk form; eet ess zhe only way for zhem to travel and leef to tell about eet." You nod in understanding and look back up at the three standing their; it's likely that they are unable to pass to either world, or they simply do not wish to, as while you leave, none of them make a move to follow. You look at the figurine in your hand, and take a deep breath. It's your responsibility now.
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