It was a hot, steamy summer night, the night that Urist made the biggest mistake of her life. She blamed the sunshine. It had to be the Armok-damned sunshine. Why in all the world was some syurp-sweet piss-colored elven booze so damn addictive? So cloying? So... seductive?
The last thing she remembered, she had been standing at the trade depot, sharing a =microcline goblet= full of sunshine with one of the elven merchants. Her husband, Urist, was off working at the furnace yet again. She missed him. She missed intimacy. They never saw one another except brief moments in their tiny shared apartment; moments too tired and brief for anything more than to cuddle up, beard-to-beard, and sleep like the dead.
She remembered the sunshine and remembered the moonlight, how one drink lead to another. She remembered looking up at the elven merchant and thinking "He actually had some hair on his face." She remembers the music of wooden lutes and singing fruity songs about trees. She remembers the elf taking her in his arms, squatting down to do so, and leading her into a dance...
And then, it was the next day and she was laying in a puddle of vomit and mud, dressed in nothing but a (-rope reed thong-) two sizes too big.
Urist had tried to put it out of her mind, but when she felt the stirrings of life within her, that’s when she knew what had happened. She hid it from her husband as best she could, sleeping in the barracks, eating at a different dining hall. She could not bring herself to get rid of it the old dwarven way, by setting herself on fire, going berserk, and punching people at random until the guards beat her to death. There was always the chance, after all, that it was her husbands Urist's baby, right?
But, that gray autumn day, deep within the firepits where no one would find her, she learned the terrible truth. A baby, a dwarven baby… with pointed ears and blond hair. That was the end of it. Urist had stood and set the foul half-breed on the ground, looked into the forest green eyes that seemed far too wise for one so young, and said "There be no place for ye in a world such as this. Do all a favor and leave it quick."
Then, tears in her eyes, Urist turned and walked away, never looking back. She would go to get an axe. An axe she would use to chop down every damn tree in the forest overhead…
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