"I wanted to talk to you about 'elfin magic'," Hawke says, feeling awkward. He had been sure Rio was pulling his leg when he blamed elfin magic for his hair color, but Hawke has become desperate enough in his quest to understand how Zhenzhen ended up in household that he's ready to try anything.
"Right. Elfin magic," Rio laughs, "It's what makes my cookies so special."
Hawke laughs back at him, "I knew you were putting something in those cookies. But seriously, I need to know whatever you know about elves, or spirits, or whatever."
"Seriously? I don't know much. One of my ancestors was an elf. Or that's what they say; some of them have had pointy ears, and unusual hair colors. And we've been known to be a bit eccentric. But beyond that, we aren't fonts of arcane knowledge or anything."
"I wish you were here, Sun," he says to her grave, "I wish I knew where Zhenzhen came from. Did you really send her to protect Li Feng?" The grave remains silent, as graves always do.
"Not yet," Thierry protests, "I don't want to frighten her away."
"Nonsense," Jennail laughs, "If she's the one for you, she won't be frightened."
"This is a strange place for a date," Amelia observes when she arrives.
"It's an old place," Thierry says, "It's special...magical."
"Like you," Amelia says, smiling.
"You think I'm magical?" Thierry asks, surprised.
"You are to me," she answers.
"No, after that. You don't want to eat there."
"That bad?" Amelia laughs, a bit uncomfortably, as Thierry seems so deadly serious.
"Don't eat anything she offers you," he warns. "Though I don't think it will come to that. Just, come in the evening. And, wear a dress. She's....old fashioned...it will be a formal occasion."
Amelia has played at his house as a child, and has met his father, who seemed like a really laid back hippie sort of guy. So now she's really curious to meet this mother who insists on formal wear, and whose food is not to be eaten. "I'll be there," Amelia promises, "I look forward to it."
"She's the one, Mother," Thierry says nervously as thy await Amelia's arrival, "Don't weird her out."
Jennail laughs, "Don't be so nervous, child. True love conquers all."
Sitting down to chat with Kvornan is much easier, as he doesn't ask personal questions.
"You've chosen well," Jennail says quietly to her son, "Not like Fricorith," she adds with a sigh, "Did you sense it in her, as I do?"
"That's not why I love her," Thierry insists, "I'm not involving her in...this."
"You don't know yourself as well as you think," Jennail says, "You can't run from what you are."
Jennail and Kvornan leave the young couple alone while they go upstairs to tend to their toddler daughter, Laramie.
"That wasn't so bad," Amelia says. "Your mother is...nice."
Thierry laughs, "She isn't nice, and she wouldn't want anyone to say that about her. But she likes you." Thierry isn't sure that's necessarily a good thing, as it ensures his mother's continued involvement in his life. He envies his brother Fricorith, who dared their mother's displeasure, married a girl she didn't approve of and cut himself off from the family. He's free of it, Thierry thinks, wishing he could free himself as well. But he can't help that the girl he fell in love with is one his mother approves of, and if the price for being with Amelia is having his mother always at his back, it's a price he's willing to pay.
William Cyr, Emilio's son with his wife Meadow, comes home with Li Feng after school.
Li Feng has made any other friends besides Zhenzhen, and William is the first to visit her at her home.
Li Feng wakes early the next morning, and watches Zhenzhen sleep. Zhenzhen has been her friend for as long as she can remember. She's her best friend, and her only friend. Li Feng has always been grateful for that, but lately she's been wanting to have other friends, and she's starting to sense that Zhenzhen wants her all to herself.
As soon as he can, he finds a way to get the child alone, out of anyone's hearing, "I know what you are," he warns her, "Don't think I'll let you hurt this family."
"If you know what I am, you must know my family," Thierry says.
"Yes, your whole tribe of halflings. You are near powerless. I'm not afraid of you."
She's right, and Thierry knows it. Neither he, nor his mother, have the power to engage this child. But he's not without connections, and he'll do anything to keep Amelia's family out of harms way.
For the most part I try to keep the story of my legacy strictly about things that actually happen to my Sims in the course of playing. Sometime I stage situations for a preconceived plot idea, but I don't use poses or otherwise 'fake' events for the stories. This story arc is going to be something of an exception. There are times when I'm using an alternate save to play from Thierry's family, as there are things he will be doing away from Amelia's family that I need to control him for. Just for this chapter, I had to play his family for two days straight. There will be more of that in the next few chapters as I work through this story, which will tie generation one into gen. 2.
About the Tricous: In Sims 2, there are many unanswered questions and unsolved mysteries surrounding the Tricou family, who are all shipped already deceased in the NL ep. The matriarch of the family, Jennicor Tricou, has pointed ears. This isn't immediately obvious, as her default hair covers them, but if you resurrect her and change her hair to one that exposes her ears, you'll see them. None of her descendants have pointed ears, just her.
I didn't intend when I included them in my Brooklyn Heights population to have them be anything more than just a little eccentric. But now that I've got a fox spirit in my family, I've opened the door to all kinds shady characters from other realms, and the Tricous are a natural fit for that, given their own unexplained origins in Sims 2. I'm really into folklore and 'mythology', but I rarely bring that interest into my Sims, which I usually play straight. So this should be an interesting and fun new angle for me.