In their ignorance, the elves’ immortality was lost, but the culture of servitude, the only one they had ever known, persisted.’ At last he turns ...o me, and places a hand on my shoulder. I lift my eyes to meet his, and he impresses upon me ‘Ellena, if I give you this gift, you can never share it. Not with anyone.’ The silence between us is as tense as a bow string, and I nod. He’s right. If such knowledge were to get out, people like Leliana, Vivienne, and the Empress would keep it jealously. -If you do, invite me if you can ahahaha-You’re so creepy!I read through the texts twice and then looked up at Emily with a big smile.“I like the way you ladies think,” I split the last of the bottle between our two glasses and then cocked one leg over the other, “Now tell me about Uncle Davey.”The woman was more than a little drunk, and the story poured out of her. A sexy older single uncle who’d watched them both for a summer. The girls each seducing the man and had a wild summer, each having. See I was a very good looking kid. Cute, pretty almost, I had beautiful blonde hair that came down to my eyelashes, green eyes that looked almost as if someone drew them on. My lips were small but round and beautiful, and my nose was small and dainty, I almost looked like a girl, and with longer hair I might have been able to pull it off. It helped that I had a skinny body and long thin legs. In fact everything about me was small and petite, I was small for my age as well, the only thing not. I had been planning to have some fitted wardrobes made for some time and now I thought the time was right to engage the services of Mr. Swanton to build them.I called his number and gave him an idea of what I wanted, and my address and he said he'd be around the following Thursday at eight am. That morning I rose early, showered and dressed myself appropriately to meet Alan Swanton. I didn't bother with shoes or stockings and I didn't bother to put on any knickers either. I found an old black.