Snippet #1954082

Lissa laughed with joy as her brother began racing towards her, evidently changing all the while. The smile on his face had warmed her entire being, making her clap her little hands in excitement, and as he now passed her, shrinking with every fractions of a second, she called out a giggled “hey! Wait up!” before setting into motion, her slim legs bringing her closer to her brother as she instigated her own change. She would have a blast, she decided; might as well enjoy the few things she could about this place, attempt to get the damn treaty signed, and then go home to her familiar castle in the beautiful nature that constituted home. So yes, Lissa had her mind set on finding out as much she could, maybe even spot similarities she could use when trying to convince everyone that a treaty was a good idea – that maybe, they weren’t all that different. If she had to be honest, she had no clue why nymphs, faeries and elves were fighting eachother.

Sure, they had their differences, but they all cherished nature and subtle beauty, so in the general picture of things, they weren’t all that different. Many people were offended by the nobility of elves, and the mischievous nature of the Faeries, while some felt that the Nymphs were that tad too free-spirited, but Melissa had never liked stereotypes, preferring to give everyone a fair shot at showing who they were, despite races. People could be very different even if they were of the same kin, like her and her brother, so maybe they could be very alike across species too. Maybe the werewolf princess was a fun-loving albeit temperamental girl, maybe the elf prince was a down to earth guy, and maybe the vampire princess wasn’t only a bloodthirsty evil creature? Lissa wouldn’t know until she met them… or spied on them.

As Lissa’s little, white dress became too big for her shrinking shoulders to carry, she felt the usual leaves creep up around her body, forming the short, strapless dress always making up her little faerie-outfit. Her body grew smaller, the tickling feeling of her wings magically growing out of her back causing her to laugh softly. As she unfolded her glittering, white and lightgreen wings and set off after her brother, her smile grew. She quickly caught up with him, rapidly circling him, joyfully laughing all the while. However, she only did one round before she took the lead, her wings soundlessly, yet furiously flapping about, causing her to move quickly through the air, not feeling the strain of its drag due to her slight size. It was wonderful! Lissa hadn’t been in her faerie form for days, and as she flew through the air, she realized she’d missed it.

Lissa didn’t open the door, because – let’s face it – she wasn’t quite big enough. Instead, she raced through the keyhole, grinning when she caught sight of a redheaded woman along with a darkhaired man. She knew that red hair usually meant Phoenix, and she’d heard stories of the prince dying his hair out of rebellious urges. She glanced at her brother, glint in her eyes. “Phoenixes?” she mouthed at him as she flew up behind the female to look at the paper she was gazing at. Lissa heard the woman say ‘Brent,’ her voice a little unsure, an impression moreover confirmed by her slightly widened eyes. So, the Phoenix prince was called Brent. The uncaring look on his face made Lissa a little uneasy, but she felt safe in her tiny form, accompanied by her much tougher brother, as she could move before anyone even thought of lashing out. She was little bigger than a fly and she had to admit that the others’ great size made her yet more uncomfortable. That was the price of her vague safety, however.

Her eyes moved over the sheet and they widened just slightly as she caught sight of the word ‘vampire’ on the same floor as her and Pan. She felt her smile disappear, because though Lissa was willing to give anyone a chance, fear induced in her for all of her life proved hard to shake. She floated in the air, just behind the Phoenix princess and looked back at Pan, knowing he’d get why she suddenly looked so frightened the second he saw the workout of their floor. She didn’t say anything, not wanting to draw attention to herself, even though she knew the Phoenixes could not hear her tiny voice. She was being careful, which she personally thought was the way to go about things.

The young princess had not really taken any notice of the beautiful room she was in, much more occupied at the prospect of finding out about her housemates… and evidently floormates too. She couldn’t complain about the mermaids though – they were probably a little bubbly like her and she’d though she might get along with them.





Brent had trailed along with his sister, indifferent, blank look on his face, his hands casually in his pockets. He felt slight amusement at his sister’s attempt of the whole royal dignity. Sure, she would probably fool a couple of people, but she was a 21 year old girl, for Christ’s sake – who was going to believe she was really that calm and collected? Brent knew his sister, and he was pretty confident she was quite nervous on the inside. That’s what putting so much pressure on your own shoulders usually resulted in. He followed her inside, raising a single eyebrow at the interior. It was pretty decent – he wasn’t impressed (he rarely was), but he wasn’t disappointed either. It was no more than what he was used to, and honestly he didn’t care much for decorations and pretty things. Now, if they had a fireplace somewhere, Brent would be a happy little birdie. His expression sobered back into non-existent in a matter of seconds however.

He heard shuffling, causes his eyes to automatically seek out the cause of it. The sight of two people racing up stairs had him smiling wryly. Oh the wonders of infantile behavior. Brenton wasn’t particularly fond of games or folly, even though he was not a fan of his sister’s compliant, serene appearance either. Actually, in all honesty, Brent wasn’t a huge supporter of… well, anything, really. Except for his own desires and wants. Not for the first time, Brent wished himself in the bright skies, enjoying the feeling of wind under his wings, the sun heating up his body without it actually catching fire. He longed for the freedom of it, but was aware that his sister needed him to stay with her, at least for a little while yet, however bothersome that was.

He also walked with her as she moved to read a note behind a door – one, Brent deigned to read with her, so when she informed him of the rooms they’d be in, he merely nodded once, already aware. Also, he’d noticed the fact that they’d be joined by Genies, Nymphs and Demons on the second floor. Well, that would surely be lovely; the gloomy ones, the slaves, and the hippies. Frankly, Brent wasn’t excited at the prospect, and when he felt fear from his sister, he figured she’d seen that the demons would be on their floor. When she then said his name, along with pointed, he was sure of it. He sighed softly, that protectiveness welling up in him again. He expected to see a lot of that during their stay. If those demons as much as talked badly of his sister, or even looked at her wrong, Brent would be there, and he’d welcome the fight if it was what it took to keep his sister safe. He’d win of course.

He had been trained in all things physical since the day he could first walk, along with being taught how and where to hit, inflicting the maximum amount of pain. That, and the fact that he had been honing his skills of fire-breathing, slowly building the amount of times he could do it, along with his endurance of it. Also, he just didn’t care. He didn’t get worked up in a fight, he didn’t leave anyting but cold calculation in his mind. That, along with many other things, made Brent a pretty scary opponent in any situation. If things got really bad, he’d go flamey bird on them all and burn the house to the ground. There were no steps he would not take, because he didn’t care about anything apart from his little sister.

“Yeah, I know,” he said, voice unexpectedly soft and reassuring. He moved to put strong arms around his sister, standing behind her. Then he put his mouth down by her ear, whispering to make sure no one could make out his words. “Relax, sis. No one’s going to hurt you. I won’t let them, filthy demons or not.” It was one of those rare moments where Brent showed actual affection, albeit slightly harsh, but he didn’t mind too much as Aila was the only one who could hear him. Couldn’t have anyone thinking he’d give them the same consideration, because hell would freeze over before he did. No reason to humor the poor things. He offered his sister a soft squeeze, still not letting go. He had a feeling she needed it right now. She’d never been on her own before, and adding to the fact that he was the way he was… well, he couldn’t blame her for feeling a bit alone despite his company. It was odd, this caring side of him, but though he still could not quite make up his mind as to his opinion if it, he’d decided to just go with it. Maybe this trip would help him loosen up a little. Maybe.