Throughout the years Lytyr was a member of the “Map Creator’s Club” on the Eastern Magix Plateau, the royal elf worked well with her “Creation” partner, Nomo Duprix; together, they worked to develop the skills she did not have, and they honed the capabilities she was born with. Since there were twenty-five years between them, the royal one was looked at as a little sister, and the citizen had not been anything more than her partner in the club.
After Lytyr’s eighteenth birthday, the royal elf had a meeting with Chancellor McCall to let the school official know that she was of the age when she was legally an adult, and the young one asked to be added the roster of faculty members; though she would not be an educator, the work she performed as a “Map Creator” was vital to the students on the Eastern Plateau, the royal one could now be paid for her services, and her living situation changed. Instead of her home being the Afertin citadel, she lived in her own hut on the Eastern Magix Plateau, and she was responsible for only herself. The royal one’s best friend joined the elite “Map Creator’s” club a few years before, she had a private hut on the plateau, and the elven friends visited each other on the weekends; they did not have any schoolwork on Saturdays and Sundays, and neither of them discussed things that had anything to do with the Academy, unless it was about boys.
One Saturday morning, the two friends met at the library closest to their individual huts, and they traveled with Savoy to East Zeerk for a day of shopping; the royal one had grown a great amount in the past few months, and she needed a new wardrobe. Cassandra went to keep her friend company, the citizen was on a budget and could not shop, but she went for moral support.
When the dragon landed at the first store, the friends placed him in a public stall, and Lytyr gave the beast fruit pieces from her pocket; the elves went inside, but promised the Royal Dragon they would not be long.
As they shopped, their conversation turned in a direction the royal one had not been expecting; generally, the friends talked about what the citizen was doing with herself after graduation, but this time, she turned everything around to find out what her royal friend had planned.
“To be honest, I’ve really got nothing important to do until ‘Inheritance Day’, and with no special males in my life, I cannot even say if I’ll be married or not. Why do you ask?” The royal elf inquired.
“Because we’re always talking about my plans, but we never talk about yours,” the citizen said.
“Or, you’ve got some kind of idea in your head that you know the ‘perfect’ elf for me, but you don’t know how to tell me. Or something, I know you’ve got some idea in your head,’ the royal one accused.
“What do you mean? I don’t have any kind of anything going on,” Cassandra said.
“Yes, you do, and stop saying I’m wrong because I know you, I know that look on your face, ‘Misses Romanticist’, Lytyr insisted.
“What look are you talking about? I think you’re crazy,” her friend replied.
“Alright, fine, don’t tell me, but if you keep it to yourself, you cannot come over for dinner, ever again”, the royal one said.
“That’s not fair, you know I cannot cook, how could you say something like that? You want me to starve?” Cassandra asked.
“You will if you don’t tell me,” she threatened.
“Alright, already, I’ll tell you. Just don’t ban me from dinner,” she pleaded.
“Spill, now,” Lytyr said.
“I happen to know that your “Creation” partner has been looking at you like the grown up, adult female you are, and I think you two would be an adorable couple,” her friend said.
“Really? Well, I happen to know, from personal experience, that he treats me like a little sister, and I don’t know anyone yet who wants to marry his sister,” the royal one said.
“No, of course you don’t. I don’t know anyone who wants to marry his sister, neither, but I know what I see in his eyes whenever he sees you walk by. Especially these days,” Cassandra said.
“I happen to think you’ve hit your head somewhere, because I’ve practically been throwing myself at him since my birthday, and he’s not interested,” the royal elf said.
“Try a different tact, and trust me, he’s interested,” the citizen told her friend.
“Would you like to tell me how it is you know this?” Lytyr inquired.
“I see the way he watches you whenever you cross his path, he cannot keep his eyes inside...