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memshare; pixies
You're standing in a land of bright colors and rainbows, the sky a sea of light that undulates and shifts. Instinctively, you know that this is Il Mheg, the kingdom of fae. It's a beautiful place, despite the way the light in the sky never gives way to night, despite how the light hangs like a ceiling over everything with its silent promise that one day, this kingdom will be swallowed by light as well. You don't have much time to take in the surroundings, however, because--
Oh, gods, what next?
Standing next to you is Alphinaud, a bemused smile on his lips as he listens to one of the pixies in front of the two of you. "Yes, yes!" they say, clapping their hands together in front of them. "That will be great fun!" They burst into a frenzy of giggles, and though their next words can't be heard over the music that covers this memory their meaning will likely be somewhat obvious by the way they point at you, and then at Alphinaud, and then back.
What?
You may both protest you're nothing alike, but your habits betray you: both you and Alphinaud take a step back in shock, elbows lifting. You look at him and he looks at you, and both of you turn back to the pixies, Alphinaud trying to find a diplomatic way to say no to their request while you try to block the mental image of Alphinaud wearing your dress and boots firmly out of your mind. That is not what you want to come to mind when you think of your brother! You may have agreed to remain behind and "play" with the pixies in exchange for allowing your other friends to traverse their realm, but there's always the faint worry that if they get bored with you, they may decide to have you stay with them forever... and they've repeated several times how exciting it was to have a pair of twins to play with...
Ah. There are the others, coming over the crest of the hillside. It seems as though Alphinaud in a dress is not an image you will be subjected to this day, thankfully.
Oh, gods, what next?
Standing next to you is Alphinaud, a bemused smile on his lips as he listens to one of the pixies in front of the two of you. "Yes, yes!" they say, clapping their hands together in front of them. "That will be great fun!" They burst into a frenzy of giggles, and though their next words can't be heard over the music that covers this memory their meaning will likely be somewhat obvious by the way they point at you, and then at Alphinaud, and then back.
What?
You may both protest you're nothing alike, but your habits betray you: both you and Alphinaud take a step back in shock, elbows lifting. You look at him and he looks at you, and both of you turn back to the pixies, Alphinaud trying to find a diplomatic way to say no to their request while you try to block the mental image of Alphinaud wearing your dress and boots firmly out of your mind. That is not what you want to come to mind when you think of your brother! You may have agreed to remain behind and "play" with the pixies in exchange for allowing your other friends to traverse their realm, but there's always the faint worry that if they get bored with you, they may decide to have you stay with them forever... and they've repeated several times how exciting it was to have a pair of twins to play with...
Ah. There are the others, coming over the crest of the hillside. It seems as though Alphinaud in a dress is not an image you will be subjected to this day, thankfully.