Dawning
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Quiescently, an elf sat down at the dinner table with his uncle, Lark. Lark sat down opposite his nephew; skimming through the newspapers. His ears were freakishly long and sharp compared to that of a human's. It was the one feature that had set him and a human man apart.
His blonde hair, and blonde beard had a white shade to it at some areas, as he was getting very old. He was a fierce man who's lost all his pride and dignity a long time ago. Now, he just didn't care at all.
The teenage elf—sitting opposite Lark—was a chubby figure with blonde hair akin to all other elves. He had not been able to eat in many days at all such that he had began to loose a lot of weight.
He toyed with his spoon; constantly placing it in and out the bowl of cereal, and pouring the milk back into the larger volume again, and again and again. To the extent that Lark was infuriated. Lark had been seething for a long as well.