Brendanjoke

It was just like any other day, or so I thought at least. The birds were chirping up on trees, clouds were rolling by the bright blue sky and Elves were dumpster diving in the alleyway.

Okay, one of those three didn't sound right...

I had a boring life once. Recently though, it has become less boring... to put it one way.

Finding a random Elf in the dumpster? Heh, must be a Monday.

A normal person would have walked by. A normal person would have ignored it.

I must be a pretty weird guy, then.

Now I have this Elf swearing her allegiance to me. What's next, vampires?

Better not jinx it.

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My Servant Is An Elf Knight From Another World

Today I learned that Matriarchs, or maybe just Adalia specifically, have really, really nice feet.

And I mean that in the most non-promiscuous, genuine way possible. Please, believe me. I'm not a salivating sucker for finely toned ankles or anything.

I rented each of us a pair of ice-skates, and such is the grief of having knives for fingers, Adalia couldn't put hers on without a little bit of help, or actually a lot of help.

I sat her down on a nearby rock, kneeling myself forward in front of her like a cloaked prince getting ready to fit on some glass slippers and promptly got to work.

That was when, in the most respectful way possible, I couldn't help but admire the sight of her bare feet.

They were quite small, smaller than any I've ever seen before, and her skin was practically spotless, smooth, like I was holding gray porcelain, only much softer… much more tender to the touch.

On Thin Ice