She was quiet a little pause, sighing silently to herself and slowly dismissing Chell's image, letting it melt away into nothing as he stood there, his face the last to disappear as she closed her eyes. More to herself, though audible enough, "I see so many problems with a division like that... perhaps it's for the best that whoever was somehow behind it isn't here for me to speak with." Apparently, she was going to try getting off of what had evidently been a painful subject there, regarding the seeming dryad-like figure, and turn to the flowers again.
They obliged; the scene that appeared was inside another of the elves' tree-walled houses. A good many kids were present, and only one figure looked to be an actual adult here. The latter was certainly not Mallia, but a lady who looked to be caught between dismay, annoyance, and complete and utter bafflement at what was before her.
As for what she was surveying... the kids - ages ranging from barely older than a toddler, to in their mid teens or so - had made a bit of a mess all over the table and living area with berry pies. The younger the child, the more of it they wore on their face and hands, evidence of pastry carnage in brilliant reds and purples, and most of the little ones still held hand-pies, munching away happily on them while the older children held the remains of larger ones. It was easily a day's worth of baking, seemingly devoured behind the adults' backs.
And there, with barely anything on her face at all, that kid giggling in the back as she ate her pie had to be Mallia. She looked to be what, fourteen? Fifteen at best? Rather than having all of her hair twisted up behind her head, she'd merely had the front part of it twisted into meeting at the back, with a large dark ribbon tying it into place. But her clothes were much the same, flowy black fabric edged with purple panes.... "I'll clean it up," she said in mild protest, unable to keep the smile off her face.
"How did you get--" The lady trailed off, unable to complete the question. "Where did you get--" Almost absently, she grabbed a rag and attempted to wipe a child's chin, only for them to duck away, her attention more on the pies than the kids themselves.
The older kids were silent, mouths occupied, opting to try eating as much as they could before their baked goods were potentially confiscated. One of the little ones simply informed the lady that they were really good pies.
"Would you like one?" Teenager Mallia stepped out from the little crowd, holding up a perfectly untouched pie on a plate, offering it to the lady. "You could share it with Wellan...?"
Judging by how the lady blushed as the suggestion registered... well. Something might've been going on there. "Is this a bribe, fairy?"
"You tell me." She was being terrible at feigning innocence on purpose, and it showed.
The lady eyed her... eyed the pie... eyed her.... "This had better not become a common occurrence. And you will clean it all up after."
"Of course!"
"....And we'll discuss this later...?"
Younger Mallia sighed dramatically, but she was still smiling. "I know."
Another pause, and the lady accepted the pastry, looking down to it. "I suppose this means I don't have to cook tonight."
More giggles from the kids, who were relaxing; their dessert-for-dinner was evidently safe from confiscation after all.
Meanwhile, present-day Mallia was just looking among the faces of those present, seemingly trying to figure out if she remembered any of them....
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They obliged; the scene that appeared was inside another of the elves' tree-walled houses. A good many kids were present, and only one figure looked to be an actual adult here. The latter was certainly not Mallia, but a lady who looked to be caught between dismay, annoyance, and complete and utter bafflement at what was before her.
As for what she was surveying... the kids - ages ranging from barely older than a toddler, to in their mid teens or so - had made a bit of a mess all over the table and living area with berry pies. The younger the child, the more of it they wore on their face and hands, evidence of pastry carnage in brilliant reds and purples, and most of the little ones still held hand-pies, munching away happily on them while the older children held the remains of larger ones. It was easily a day's worth of baking, seemingly devoured behind the adults' backs.
And there, with barely anything on her face at all, that kid giggling in the back as she ate her pie had to be Mallia. She looked to be what, fourteen? Fifteen at best? Rather than having all of her hair twisted up behind her head, she'd merely had the front part of it twisted into meeting at the back, with a large dark ribbon tying it into place. But her clothes were much the same, flowy black fabric edged with purple panes.... "I'll clean it up," she said in mild protest, unable to keep the smile off her face.
"How did you get--" The lady trailed off, unable to complete the question. "Where did you get--" Almost absently, she grabbed a rag and attempted to wipe a child's chin, only for them to duck away, her attention more on the pies than the kids themselves.
The older kids were silent, mouths occupied, opting to try eating as much as they could before their baked goods were potentially confiscated. One of the little ones simply informed the lady that they were really good pies.
"Would you like one?" Teenager Mallia stepped out from the little crowd, holding up a perfectly untouched pie on a plate, offering it to the lady. "You could share it with Wellan...?"
Judging by how the lady blushed as the suggestion registered... well. Something might've been going on there. "Is this a bribe, fairy?"
"You tell me." She was being terrible at feigning innocence on purpose, and it showed.
The lady eyed her... eyed the pie... eyed her.... "This had better not become a common occurrence. And you will clean it all up after."
"Of course!"
"....And we'll discuss this later...?"
Younger Mallia sighed dramatically, but she was still smiling. "I know."
Another pause, and the lady accepted the pastry, looking down to it. "I suppose this means I don't have to cook tonight."
More giggles from the kids, who were relaxing; their dessert-for-dinner was evidently safe from confiscation after all.
Meanwhile, present-day Mallia was just looking among the faces of those present, seemingly trying to figure out if she remembered any of them....