[[Characters © RAS and crap.

Am quite certain my take on them is © Me. Aheh.]]

"It's a dress." Dinin claimed.

Nalfein's thin brows drew together in a scowl, "Robes." He stated.

"Why are the sleeves all frilly, then?" Dinin pointed out with a grin.

"It's the style!"

"For females! Besides, you're wearing makeup."

"Am not."

"Yes, you are. The lip stuff came off on your goblet of wine."

There was a pause.

"It is a dress," Nalfein admitted sulkily.

That admittance made Dinin pause. Nalfein usually never admitted anything. Usually, he threw a fireball at Dinin, and Dinin would run screaming to Briza, and Briza would smack them both, and in the end, everything was dandy. So Dinin, lost and confused, tried a different approach.

"Oh." Dinin said, truthfully enough [1]. "Well, it looks very fetching on you."

Nalfein brightened up, "You think?"

"Yeah."

There was another uncomfortable silence.

"Can you teach me how to put on that body paint?" Dinin asked hopefully.

"Ahah, you just want me to take off your clothes. Always knew you were queer [2]," Nalfein said with a snort.

"Heh-lo, I'm not the one in the dress here. I just want a cool image painted on me because I'm always afraid someone might stab me whilst giving me a real tattoo."

"Riiiight. I see the way you look at Zak!"

"Shut up!" That wasn't Nalfein's business, after all! "Or I'll tell Briza you stole her lip liner!"

"Bitch! You wouldn't dare!"

"I so would!"

There was the sound of feet (which, in all actuality, meant there was barely any sound at all, owing to a dark elf's tendency to tiptoe [4]). Rizzen appeared in the doorway after a suitable amount of no-sound-at-all.

He looked very angry.

"Okay, out with it!" he snarled, "Which one of you little berks stole my dress?"

FOOTNOTES:

[1] As truthful as the little twat can get, at least.

[2] Or rather, quite un-queer. It's not hard to imagine what those males get up to when the priestesses ain't looking. [3]

[3] Or what the priestesses are up to when the men ain't looking, for that matter.

[4] Male dark elves tiptoe a lot because they don't want anyone to hear and know their whereabouts. However, centuries of evolution have made dark elves pick up even that small amount of sound. Because of this, many dark elf males have figured out that stomping through hallways make them invisible, because as females don't expect males to stomp, they don't hear the stomping. Odd, but it works.

[[Hooooly crap, don't even ask. I wanted Nalfein in a dress, so he went in a dress. Ta-da!

And I stand by the fact that Nalfein isn't out of character, since he and Rizzen combined have less screen time than Dinin gets. Ergo, maybe he DID steal Briza's makeup. The world may never know.

Useless note: Nalfein and Dinin are innocent. Vierna stole Rizzen's dress because it has pockets in the skirt. Pretty nifty.

Another Useless Note: I almost had them painting each other's nails and putting makeup on each other and coughing in clouds of facial powder, but I resisted. Anyone up for me writing a second installment?]]