
Hella was smiling as she listened. She had always hoped to see Asgard someday, if only to rub it in her father's face that she was welcomed in beforb him. Now she'd never get the chance.
Her smile widened when Lynn asked her first question, though it was by no means a pleasant expression. Wild and a bit unhinged, the edges of her mouth stretched wider than they had any right to.
"I don't know," she admitted. "You look like one. Kind of. They..."
Hella trailed off as she heard the water boiling. She grabbed her tea pot, tea leaves, etc. and set to actually making the tea. While she did, she continued.
"The Elves of Ebonyridge are impossibly tall and resemble birds of prey. The oldest and most powerful have beaks instead of lips. Feathers for hair. Talons for hands and feet. Wings for ears. Piercing yellow eyes, like an owl's."
Then she explained the Queene. Whereas all of the other Elves were blacks and grays and browns, she alone strutted around like a peacock with her mane of brilliant, shining feathers and her long ears as sharp as swords. Her eyes were solid black, like cut obsidion.
Hella gave Lynn her cup of tea with a smile. "So you can imagine why I jumped to the conclusion of you being one of them."
There was an awkward pause, and then, "They've taken everything from me but my life."