Eventually she became tired again and shambled towards the bedroom. Nothing really exciting had happened the last half hour, so it might just have been some strange dream. Maybe supper in the little Bistro had been strange? Anyway, she felt calm and relaxed now. She entered the bedroom and sat down on the bed, carefully, not to wake Richard. He was breathing calmly like nothing had happened. Either he had stomached supper better or it just wasn't the fault of the food. Could it possibly be stress related? Perhaps? Probably some holiday would help things.
She got out of her slippers and placed the gown lazily at the floor and cuddled under the quilt. Soon she was drifting towards sleep and dreams; pulled Richard's smooth, hairless arm closer to comfort her.
"I had strange dreams, Rich..." she mumble while she fell asleep.
Wait...! What? No hair?
A soft purring was emitted from behind.
She flinched and was completely awake within a second. "Rich?!!"
A soft voice whispered in her ear.
"I... I want to talk."
Wendy was tense in surprise and expectation what would happen now.
"I am so confused. About my heritage. Both about my mom and dad. But that's not the most vital point. It's... it's also about Ember, my life- and lovemate. I don't understand her." the soft voice continued.
Wendy groaned. "Teir, is that you?"
"Yes, of course." she heard the elven voice from behind.
'Of course.' she thought. How and why could it be anyone else?!
For a moment only soft breathing was the only sound.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, don't tell me you're real. Do all the characters now come into this world and complain about something? How can you even be real?"
"I don't know. Maybe it is the intense appreciation and dedication and love of the fans that makes us take more shape? And haven't we always been part of you, thoughts, movements of your hands on the paper and tablets?"
Wendy listened and considered the thought.
After some seconds Teir continued to talk, as he still had a burden on his heart.
"I want a child. No, two. I want siblings." Teir said with a solemn voice.
"You're a female. Do you understand her? Can you explain her to me?" he whispered eagerly. "Could you maybe talk to her about the children?"
Wendy sighed. She had guessed that already.
"I mean, I want children just as a normal elf, but now I even have the burden of recognition that presses me, that tears me apart. Remember the rule that you shouldn't defy recognition when it strikes? But she is just shrugging it off. I feel so rejected! Her words tell my mind she doesn't feel ready and fit yet, but it hardly ever reaches my body and emotions. And wasn't her father still young chief in the days of his quest when he raised two children and moved with his family through the world of two moons? And she pushes all of it away from her..."
She turned around to him. "And what do you expect me to do? Just sit down and draw a few magical pages?"
Teir blinked. "Uhm... yes? Please?"
She was looking into puppy-eyes.
With a sigh she rose from the bed. "Well, let me see what I can do..."