HelMel
Mel enters as she had been directed. Walking up to the pedestal in the center of the room she carefully picks up the darkest egg from the silken pillow. Upon close examination, she discovers that though it appears only ebonly, the egg is swirled with a deep purple. "Oh my, you have the be the most gorgeous egg I have ever seen. I can almost see my reflection."
HelMel
The dark elf retreats to an armchair in one of the darker corners with the egg, polishing it carefully with a handkerchief and making sure to keep it close to her and warm. To her delight the shinier she makes the egg, the more the purple stands out. "I can't wait to see what's inside of you. I bet you'll be ten times more gorgeous than the contents of the other eggs." She didn't know if the inhabitant could hear her, but she hoped it could.
HelMel
Mel wakes with a start. Had it all been a dream? The shop, the egg, everything? She gropes at the table beside her bed for her glasses. Finding them, the pushes them onto the scarred bridge of her nose.
The dark elf turns her face to the window and looks out at the orange colored world. "Ah, sunrise," she nods to herself. Brushing a few strands of her purple hair back behind her elongated ear, she turns her head back toward the door and jumps in fright.
A small boy stands with his back against the closed door. His entering must have been what had awakened her.
"Who are you?" she inquires, her voice dominant and harsh; she was not amused in the slightest and would show it.
"S-sorry, ma'am," the boy bows timidly, "I didn't m-mean to scare you."
"WHAT do you WANT?" she bellows crossly.
The boy, shaking with fright, approaches the bed and hands Mel an envelope. He turns and retreats through the door as fast as it can.
"KNOCK NEXT TIME, YOU BRAT!" she yells after him, flinching as the bedroom door swings on its hinges to slam into the frame.
Mel turns her attention to the envelope, looking down at it in the light of the rising sun. The envelope had the yellow tinge of old paper. No writing adorned it. "My uncle..." she groans. She wonders to herself how he keeps finding her and how old the envelope was; her uncle was such a packrat. Flipping the envelope over, she glances at the wax seal. "Definitely my uncle," she mutters unhappily.
Her uncle was the one man she most despised, the man who had raised her after her mother died. His drunken rages had long since sapped any gratitude or general affection Mel may have had toward him long ago.
She begrudgingly breaks the seal and pulls out the crumpled paper; it looks as if someone had tried to smooth it out before writing on it and folding it for the envelope. On one side, someone had hastily scribbled through an old shopping list; on the other was an address and "Be here in an hour."
Mel wrinkles her nose in disgust. Not only had it been her uncle sending her the message, he had also written it on discarded paper. What respectable person would dig paper out of the trash to send to someone?
She rolls out of the bed. "Last time I'm staying at an Inn," she murmurs along with several unpleasant additions to the theme under her breath. She pulls on her clothes and heads through the door, the paper grasped tightly in the clenched fingers of her right hand, her trident in the other. It was days like this that she was glad she had left her winged companion to take care of one of her other charges.
The dark elf turns her face to the window and looks out at the orange colored world. "Ah, sunrise," she nods to herself. Brushing a few strands of her purple hair back behind her elongated ear, she turns her head back toward the door and jumps in fright.
A small boy stands with his back against the closed door. His entering must have been what had awakened her.
"Who are you?" she inquires, her voice dominant and harsh; she was not amused in the slightest and would show it.
"S-sorry, ma'am," the boy bows timidly, "I didn't m-mean to scare you."
"WHAT do you WANT?" she bellows crossly.
The boy, shaking with fright, approaches the bed and hands Mel an envelope. He turns and retreats through the door as fast as it can.
"KNOCK NEXT TIME, YOU BRAT!" she yells after him, flinching as the bedroom door swings on its hinges to slam into the frame.
Mel turns her attention to the envelope, looking down at it in the light of the rising sun. The envelope had the yellow tinge of old paper. No writing adorned it. "My uncle..." she groans. She wonders to herself how he keeps finding her and how old the envelope was; her uncle was such a packrat. Flipping the envelope over, she glances at the wax seal. "Definitely my uncle," she mutters unhappily.
Her uncle was the one man she most despised, the man who had raised her after her mother died. His drunken rages had long since sapped any gratitude or general affection Mel may have had toward him long ago.
She begrudgingly breaks the seal and pulls out the crumpled paper; it looks as if someone had tried to smooth it out before writing on it and folding it for the envelope. On one side, someone had hastily scribbled through an old shopping list; on the other was an address and "Be here in an hour."
Mel wrinkles her nose in disgust. Not only had it been her uncle sending her the message, he had also written it on discarded paper. What respectable person would dig paper out of the trash to send to someone?
She rolls out of the bed. "Last time I'm staying at an Inn," she murmurs along with several unpleasant additions to the theme under her breath. She pulls on her clothes and heads through the door, the paper grasped tightly in the clenched fingers of her right hand, her trident in the other. It was days like this that she was glad she had left her winged companion to take care of one of her other charges.
HelMel
The sun had completely risen at this point as Mel stands in front of a large building. She glances down at the address on the paper and at the sign that has "Pokemon Eggery" etched in red letters.
"Well this is definitely the place," she murmurs wondering why she has been ordered here. Approaching the door, she looks around warily. What if this was a trap? She tightens her grip on her trident as she pushes open the door.
Shock slams into Mel's body with about the same force as if someone had physically slapped her. She knew this place! Though it seemed empty right now, she had been here. It was all familiar the chairs, the walls, the... EGGS! She stands in the doorway still staring at the eggs. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing at attention and her body trembling a bit as Mel pushes through the deja vu and approaches the eggs.
Why had she dreamed of this place? Was it fate now that she approach the eggs and select one?
Whatever it was, that is exactly what the elven girl was doing. Her footsteps clink quietly on the tiled floor as she approaches the table. There was no pedastal like in her dream world, though this seemed to be the only difference between her dream and reality.
"Well this is definitely the place," she murmurs wondering why she has been ordered here. Approaching the door, she looks around warily. What if this was a trap? She tightens her grip on her trident as she pushes open the door.
Shock slams into Mel's body with about the same force as if someone had physically slapped her. She knew this place! Though it seemed empty right now, she had been here. It was all familiar the chairs, the walls, the... EGGS! She stands in the doorway still staring at the eggs. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing at attention and her body trembling a bit as Mel pushes through the deja vu and approaches the eggs.
Why had she dreamed of this place? Was it fate now that she approach the eggs and select one?
Whatever it was, that is exactly what the elven girl was doing. Her footsteps clink quietly on the tiled floor as she approaches the table. There was no pedastal like in her dream world, though this seemed to be the only difference between her dream and reality.
HelMel
As she reaches the table, Mel looks down upon the four eggs. There were colored exactly as in her dream. She titters out a big of nervous laughter to break the tension she could feel in the air. She was glad that she had left her furry companion behind; it would be ribbing Mel unmercifully about now for being this weirded out.
Tentatively, Mel reaches out and wraps the gloved fingers of her right hand around the darkest egg. She brings it close to her glasses, barely making out a swirl of purple on its ebony surface. It looked exactly as it had in her dream; she was sure that this was fate.
She moves away from the table, still holding the egg. Looking around, she searches visually for the owner of the eggs. Why would someone leave them here unattended? Seeing no one around to guard over them, she stays in the room. Eventually the owner would have to return. Then Mel could question him or her; maybe she could discover why she had dreamed of this.
Turning, she spots the armchair in the corner. The feeling of deja vu once again sweeps over her, casting goosebumps along her pale skin. She stumbles away from the chair and sinks onto a sofa on the other side of the room.
Tentatively, Mel reaches out and wraps the gloved fingers of her right hand around the darkest egg. She brings it close to her glasses, barely making out a swirl of purple on its ebony surface. It looked exactly as it had in her dream; she was sure that this was fate.
She moves away from the table, still holding the egg. Looking around, she searches visually for the owner of the eggs. Why would someone leave them here unattended? Seeing no one around to guard over them, she stays in the room. Eventually the owner would have to return. Then Mel could question him or her; maybe she could discover why she had dreamed of this.
Turning, she spots the armchair in the corner. The feeling of deja vu once again sweeps over her, casting goosebumps along her pale skin. She stumbles away from the chair and sinks onto a sofa on the other side of the room.
