by The Purple Pheonix

Benjamin had nice, normal life. Farming. Like his father, and his father’s father. And he liked it. No tricks, no gimmicks, just steady income through physical labor.

One day he saw a pair of men walking in the distance, both wearing strange robes. One of them was an actually an elf, with pink eyes (a sign of magic), fair hair, yet tan skin. “Must be a mix-breed,” Ben thought. “Poor thing.”

Next to the elf was a man with red hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. He was wearing official wizard robes of the House Goldenstar, which was famous for its fire magics.
Now, the thing about these two mages, was the fact that they were college-aged.

“Strange people,” Benjamin said, going back to tilling the crops. “Hope they don’t stick around…”

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~`~
Upon entering the town, the elf asked (in his mother tounge) {Is this the last town, Terryn?}

{Ambergrove, Ruhartil,} the human replied, {Last town on the list.}

{Feels as though we have walking an eternity.}

{All of the day, for certain.}

{I am hungry,} Ruhartil said. {Would you get me an orange from the fruit merchant over there?}

{Why don’t you do so yourself?} Terryn replied.

{Because I have to attend to all the people staring at me for my unusual looks,} Ruhartil answered. {Besides, she seems to find you attractive.}

Terryn looked to see a beautiful young woman with brown hair, green eyes, and great features, looking back at him. {…Good idea,} he said, walking over to her.

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“Hello There!” she said, “You look hungry! Want some fruit?”

“Do you have any oranges?” Terryn replied.

“Sure do!” she answered, “And can I insterest in a coconut milkshake?”

“Ooh, I’ll have that, too.”

“Okay, that’ll be a halfpenny, and you get a second orange,” she said getting the food,
“My name is Ysabel, by the way.”

“I’m Terryn,” he said, putting a coin on the counter.

Ysabel took it and gave him the drink. “Here you go,” she said with a smile.

Terryn took a sip, “Delishious!”

“We make ‘em fresh every day.”

“Nice.”

They stared at each other. “…So see you around?” Ysabel asked.

“Hope to.”

~`~

“Hello, Terryn,” Ruhartil said.

“Hello.”

“What do you have?”

“Coconut milkshake.”

“That sounds delicious.” Ruhartil said. “Did you get the oranges?”

Terryn threw one to him. He started eating it, without even peeling it.

{I always thought that habit was strange.} Terryn said.

{Every person has their quirks.} Ruhartil replied.

{I know. I was wondering where you got it from.}

{When I worked at an orange grove, years ago.} Ruhartil answered, {When you wanted to eat an orange, but peeling took too long. You ate it while you continue to work, so you don’t have to pause to peel.}

{Interesting.} Terryn said.

Ruhartil looked up at the cloudy sky. “I believe it is going to rain on us.”