The Psychotic Elf

[Halbereth Diagona]

>Argh! Crimeny don't do this to me...ok let's just say u two have shown me and Nayru to our rooms ok?<
Sorell smiled and nodded. Inside he was slightly hurt, though he did not show it. Hurt at being called a winged freak....for all their boasting, elves would still mock those whom they did not understand. Sorell did not show it though; he was never any good at showing his feelings. He entered the room that Thengise and Kalia showed him to, and sat down by the dressing table, began to wasth the tree dust from his slim face; he had not had a proper meal in ages. He noticed a tray of buns and hot tea on a nearby table, so buttered a bun, poured a cup of tea and took a sip. Almost immediatly the room started to spin. Finally, all went black and he fell back in his chair, with his wngs folded under him. A star shape on his forehead began to shine, weakly at first, then getting brighter, until a dazziling beam of starshaped light had errupted from his tanned forehead. The light stayed for around 5 minutes before it began to fade.