RP: Futures upon Futures
A young elf girl enters the Loft, barefoot and heedless of any such establishment rules that may govern the requirement of articles of clothing. She's standing at the ice cream counter, pondering her choices as she has a few times before when an young elven woman enters, with the same honey brown hair as the little girl.
Where the girl is dressed in well played in, home made clothing, the young woman is garbed in richer cloth, well taken care of and professionally made. It is not dirty but is woolen, designed for colder weather. She sees the back of the younger girl and stops a moment, her brow furrowing in concern. She slips into a booth and keeps an eye on the younger girl.
Behind her comes a very eldery elf, stooping on a bone carved cane, her hair long gone silvery grey, back hunched and dressed in simple, sturdy wool clothes. She notices both other elves right away, and smiles a little smile before hobbling over to the booth where her younger adult self is sitting and shuffles onto the seat, slowly scooting over until she is across from the young woman.
"Hello, dear."
The young woman looks at the old woman askance, "Do I know you?"
By this time, the young girl has finally made her choice, popcorn flavored ice cream with chocolate drizzle and is bringing her odd concoction to a table. The old lady waves her over, "Come join us, little Mia. We have some interesting things to talk about, the three of us."
The young adult Mia glances at the little girl, then at the old lady and touches her face in dawning horror, saying aloud for any to hear, "We're all the same...."
Where the girl is dressed in well played in, home made clothing, the young woman is garbed in richer cloth, well taken care of and professionally made. It is not dirty but is woolen, designed for colder weather. She sees the back of the younger girl and stops a moment, her brow furrowing in concern. She slips into a booth and keeps an eye on the younger girl.
Behind her comes a very eldery elf, stooping on a bone carved cane, her hair long gone silvery grey, back hunched and dressed in simple, sturdy wool clothes. She notices both other elves right away, and smiles a little smile before hobbling over to the booth where her younger adult self is sitting and shuffles onto the seat, slowly scooting over until she is across from the young woman.
"Hello, dear."
The young woman looks at the old woman askance, "Do I know you?"
By this time, the young girl has finally made her choice, popcorn flavored ice cream with chocolate drizzle and is bringing her odd concoction to a table. The old lady waves her over, "Come join us, little Mia. We have some interesting things to talk about, the three of us."
The young adult Mia glances at the little girl, then at the old lady and touches her face in dawning horror, saying aloud for any to hear, "We're all the same...."