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[wingedly]

[ the feed begins with the phone apparently propped up on the bed, and a tiny figure standing in the video as if it's a full-length mirror. roughly five inches tall, in jeans and a halter-top, with lavender-ish coloured hair, wide, startled-looking blue eyes, and.. well, yeah, there's no way around it. he (she?) also has fairy wings, which are settled neatly along his back.

he offers a slightly uncertain smile, reaching out to place hands on the glass curiously, touching fingers to it, then pulling them away again to wiggle them in a shy wave. ] Hullo! I-- I hope I'm doing this right. I suppose it's a.. a phone, but I've never used one before, so..

[ he shifts a little from bare foot to bare foot, hands curling in the hem of his shirt, wings lifting a little behind him. ]

My name is Lute, and I'm new. I don't think any of the pack is here, and I'm sure my owner isn't, as he would have found me by now, probably. So I suppose I'm here alone.

[ he glances down, toeing at the sheets, chewing on his lower lip. ] Um. I-- You see, I'm not a big person---obviously, I suppose---and I.. It's sort of hard for me to live in a place like this, which is built for big people. And I've never been on my own before, so I don't suppose anyone would.. be interested in a roommate?

[ he rocks up on his toes, expression hopeful. ] I don't take up much space! And I'm very quiet! I can sleep on a shelf if I have a bit of bedding. [ he trails off, then brightens again. ] .. Is there a library here? I saw someone with a book earlier, and I-- I'm allowed to read whatever I like here, aren't I?

[ a brief, searching glance, then a polite little nod. ] .. Um. That's all. Thank you! [ he reaches out, and the feed ends. ]

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[ex_question191]

Hoooooooooooly shitballs.

[ex_question191]

Wow, sorry, that was— unhelpful.

[ he's still kind of like, is that a for real actualfax tiny person with wings. but he's also getting over it to answer the questions. ]

There's some electronic books and movies, and I think someone said they had a physical book collection, too, and yeah, if you can get your hands on it, it's fine to read it.

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[wingedly]

[ he stifles a laugh behind one hand at the exclamation, doing a quick turn for stiles' benefit. he's accustomed to being admired and peered at and poked and prodded, after all. he'd been his owner's most prized possession.

at the answer, though, he brightens again happily. ] Thank you! That's very helpful! I don't suppose you know where I can find them, though..? Obviously, I can't really carry them around, but if they're all located in one place..

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[elvenking]

[Someone is terribly fascinated by tiny winged person. Despite being someone who almost certainly wound up inspiring future fairy folklore himself, this sort of creature is completely unknown to him.

A ravenously curious look on Thranduil looks pretty much like a slightly wide-eyed deadpan look on anyone else.]

Your owner?

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[wingedly]

[ .. oh. what a pretty person. maybe he's a full fae? (this place is full of surprising things.) realizing a little belatedly that he's both staring and that he'd been asked a question, he blushes, head bobbing in a nod. ]

Mm! Mister Vincent. He bought me when I was just a baby, but then I was kidnapped by weres, who turned out to be nice, and now I'm kidnapped again, I suppose. But Mister Vincent is still technically my owner.

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[elvenking]

You are a slave?

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[executiveassistant]

[...Hot damn. It's a legitimate fairy. Sure she's met angels and demons and vampires, but they looked human. This is something actually alien to her, and as such, she's left blinking for a moment--but just a moment, and then she recovers, clearing her throat.]

I don't do roommates, but I'm sure you'll get an offer pretty soon. We're all in this together, so people are usually pretty helpful.

[there's a lot that bothered her here though, so--]

You're a timid thing, aren't you?

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[wingedly]

[ he smiles, bobbing a nod. ] Thank you, anyway! I did, actually, from Mister St-- [ no, he doesn't want to be called that. ] From Stiles.

[ the question makes him blink, wings flicking once and settling again. ] Oh, I-- I suppose, perhaps a little. This is all sort of overwhelming, and-- there are so many big people here.

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[executiveassistant]

[...huh.]

Yeah, I guess that'd be pretty overwhelming. Are fairies a...typical thing, then?

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[altercate]

Owner?

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[wingedly]

[ a nod. ] His name is Mister Vincent. He bought me when I was a baby, I suppose, since I don't remember my parents.

[altercate]

How did he buy you?

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[godofthemachine]

[A small person (a fairy, it seems?) who normally has an owner. Everything about this seems more than ideal and AM's curiosity is quite piqued.]

Your owner? Why would such a thing like yourself have an owner?

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[wingedly]

Well.. [ a fidget, wings flattening again. ] Because I'm a half-breed. And.. sometimes, if we're a rare-enough type, or pretty, or unique, humans collect us.

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[godofthemachine]

[Of course. It doesn't surprise AM one bit because humans just do such things constantly. But this fairy is mostly a tiny human, isn't he? They're all the same to AM.]

How long have you had this owner then?

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[thoughts]

Little body. Big heart.

[ She might be marvelling a little bit here. ]

The whole world at your feet.

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[wingedly]

[ he flusters a little at the compliment, tugging at his hair. ]

Well, it's a-- a very big world.

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[thoughts]

Bigger than ours will ever be. All yours. An adventure.

[ploughed]

There is a garden-forest here; a poor imitation, but you should see it. [ Don't room with humans Lute they're gross and probably evil on the inside!! ]

[wingedly]

A forest! [ he brightens excitedly, wings fluttering. ] I'd like that a lot! .. Hullo again, by the way. I've met another elf here, Iorveth.

[ploughed]

[ Despite himself, Iorveth instantly leans in. Another elf. ] Have you? Where?

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[errersansbut]

[ louis thinks to pass over this posting as he has the others since his arrival, to keep to himself by staying in his room unless absolutely necessary, but the mention of a library catches his attention and holds it.

the idea that the person speaking (lute, he notes with interest and ease) is a fairy doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest. as he's better situated, he doesn't think much of replying with the video function, though he doesn't do it on purpose either. technology has never been his forte, and at two hundred and twenty-two years old, it likely never will be. ]

I was given two books from my own collection, though I'm not sure they would be to your taste. [ his voice is quiet, tone gentle. stowed away and communicating from his room makes him feel as though he can better control himself despite the fright the jump gave him earlier. ]

A book of poems by John Keats, and Oscar Wilde's Salomé. [ punctuated with a small, but polite smile. ]

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[wingedly]

[ he beams in return at the offer, shaking his head insistently. ] No! I'd be happy to read them! My owner doesn't let me read much, so most things are new to me, anyway.

[ mr vincent had liked to keep him ignorant about the world, after all. if he'd tried leaving on his own, he would have never survived. ]

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[inspirited]

[...wow a fairy. chuck is just looking in awe for a moment. she just smiles settling on answering the latter question]

The library is open to everyone so you'd definitely be able to read whatever you'd like.

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[wingedly]

Oh! [ a pleased little flutter, beaming into the feed. ] Do you know where it is, by chance? I'd really love to go visit it soon.