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Your otp, 6 :)

Figured I would write this one about them as kids. There’s not enough of kiddie light elf nonsense in my writing.

#6 - things you said under the stars and in the grass

“Stars & Souls”

While warm and humid during the day, the marshy elven land cooled down a great deal at night. Not so much to the point that it was unbearable but rather a slight chill that was a pleasant change from the regular warm stuffiness of the wetlands. The distant croaking of bubble froggers combined with the chirps of the crickets created the most delightful ambience for two young boys who experienced it. “Brother, what are stars made out of?” the younger one asked. “Well, what do you think they’re made out of, Zane?” Nogueira, the elder brother encouraged. “Lot said it was the bubbles that come out of evening blooms at night,” Zane combed his fingers through the roots of his hair. “But he tells lies. I think they’re the souls of light elves who never received a transpiritation.” Nogueira’s eyes widened. He sat up and stared down at his little brother, whom he assumed was too young to know about the concept of death and transpiritation yet, “Who told you about the transpiritation?” Zane stiffened up as he realised he had said too much. “N-Nobody. Are you upset, brother?” The elder brother lowered his eyes, “No, I just didn’t think you knew about that. I wasn’t sure if you were ready to know.” “Why wouldn’t I be?” “Well, it’s kind of a heavy subject, little bro.” “It can’t be any heavier than the pots of water we have to bring to the house.” “Not that kind of heavy, brother. I just mean that it’s a serious subject. You do know what the transpiritation means, right?” Zane thought for a moment, “…No, not really.” “If a light elf like us dies because they get hurt or get sick, an experienced elf shaman will take their soul out of their body and put it into a new one so they can live on forever.” “Oh! So that’s what makes us immoral!” “‘Immortal’, Zane.” Nogueira chuckled. “Have you ever gotten one? What about given one?” “No, I haven’t done either. Hopefully, there won’t be any need for that.” “Can other people get a transpiritation? Like humans?” “I don’t know, Zane! I don’t know everything!” Nogueira groaned in annoyance. “You ask way too many questions.”

Thanks, Kat Night!