Nor are you the only one wearing armour.” I pointed out several of the Mages and allies who were dressed similarly including a few Drow and Fae type... (yes, I know they’re the same species and that the Drow consider themselves Drow not Fae by choice and tradition).“No one is supposed to view me like this!”“Why? It doesn’t bother Verenestra ... or any other Fae I’ve met.”“I am the Queen! I have to maintain my dignity.”“You aren’t the queen, you lost and deservedly so. Now come along, not-queen. It probably didn't help that she was embarrassingly bad at flirting back with them, again, a confidence issue.Natalie had recently moved into a small apartment in the city, in a high rise building, nearby her university and her day job at a retail clothing store. The apartment had been mostly bare, except for curiously, a small, dusty looking golden lamp. It looked like an over designed tea pot with a long spout, but after washing it off a bit, it surprisingly came off very shiny and as bright. I have blonde hair in a short pageboy haircut. I’m on the skinny side, I only weigh 104 and I’m barely 5 feet tall. Ok it’s worse than that. I’m a carpenters dream as my dad say’s. I’m flat on both sides. Although I’ve always thought of it as being athletic. “Ok Meraina where am I taking you?” Dave queried. “Well I was kind of hoping we could go to your place.” Dave just nodded his head and stroked his beard. Dave was very skinny almost two dimensional. He was about 5’11” with long black hair. And Jasmine is playing a part in that game. The only thing acting as her saving grace in having a gulf of sadness that would probably destroy her too is the fact that she will have a happy ending. It doesn’t fully eliminate the guilt already welling inside her, but does hinder its growth.After gym, she showers with the rest of the girls, to keep up impressions. Then she leaves with them for the next period, but instead of heading to her next class, Jasmine heads back and goes right back into.