" How long are you going to keep this up?"
She swats, impatiently, at the stranger’s hand when itreaches out for her, frustration pouring out of her every pore – why can’t hejust leave? She ducks her head when he inches nearer, platinum blonde hairfalling like a curtain around her cheeks: she doesn’t have enough power to makeit darker, as she usually does. Her eyes, too, are back to their originalcolor, a bright blue that’s entirely out of place in a city such as Seoul is.But, right now, the blue is the least of her problems. All she wants is to getup and leave – but how, when the man is so concerned that she believes he’s notgoing to leave unless she properly looks at him?
That, she cannot do.
At first, the realization that shemlen want to help her was shocking, impossible to comprehend –that, until she realized that they don’t know what she is. Certainly, they’veall heard of elves… in fairy tales, and few can believe that they could bereal. Even fewer would take kindly to knowing they have one amongst them, shesuspects. “For as long as I need to,until you understand that I’m fine – I don’t need any help.” She retorts,finally, closing her eyes for a moment. Even so, she almost can feel their glowagainst her closed lids – burning lights that she can’t let him see. He can’tknow.
