Lorccan always seems to know more than he ought to. Delicious secrets, hushed unknowns, close confidences. All of these, he can rattle off easily - and, more importantly, accurately.
There are many who have tried to discern his own secret. How does he know so much about strangers’ private lives? How can he discover these intimate details shared with barely a soul in the world?
A few theories have been proposed.
One, that his large ears capture even the words that one does not say. The whispering yearnings of the heart, lost in the breeze. The muttered fury in the eyes, drowned out in the voice of despair. The sigh of contentment in a single breath, forgotten when the stormy night arrives. Each of these is caught by him, as if in a net, tangled and trapped.
Or two, that his smile can elicit confessions from the most guarded of souls. And he certainly has a charm about him; that cannot be denied. What is argued on, is what kind of charm it is - charisma, or magic spell. For he has a certain way of smiling: a slight upturn of the lips, not too little that it is forced, not too much that it is insincere. And his eyes, his amber eyes, twinkle with such gentleness, yet are hard enough to bore through one’s defenses.
Or three, that he is a master of disguise and camouflage, going where he is least wanted and hiding where he is most expected. Somehow, he conceals his bright markings, rendering himself dark as a shadow. And his footsteps are noiseless, as if he weighs no more than a feather. And he is small enough to slip through a crowd unnoticed, or squeeze between the edges of one’s vision.
No one quite knows which theory is correct; each seems as plausible as the other. Perhaps the only one who would ever know is the one who knows all secrets.
That is, Lorccan himself.
There are many who have tried to discern his own secret. How does he know so much about strangers’ private lives? How can he discover these intimate details shared with barely a soul in the world?
A few theories have been proposed.
One, that his large ears capture even the words that one does not say. The whispering yearnings of the heart, lost in the breeze. The muttered fury in the eyes, drowned out in the voice of despair. The sigh of contentment in a single breath, forgotten when the stormy night arrives. Each of these is caught by him, as if in a net, tangled and trapped.
Or two, that his smile can elicit confessions from the most guarded of souls. And he certainly has a charm about him; that cannot be denied. What is argued on, is what kind of charm it is - charisma, or magic spell. For he has a certain way of smiling: a slight upturn of the lips, not too little that it is forced, not too much that it is insincere. And his eyes, his amber eyes, twinkle with such gentleness, yet are hard enough to bore through one’s defenses.
Or three, that he is a master of disguise and camouflage, going where he is least wanted and hiding where he is most expected. Somehow, he conceals his bright markings, rendering himself dark as a shadow. And his footsteps are noiseless, as if he weighs no more than a feather. And he is small enough to slip through a crowd unnoticed, or squeeze between the edges of one’s vision.
No one quite knows which theory is correct; each seems as plausible as the other. Perhaps the only one who would ever know is the one who knows all secrets.
That is, Lorccan himself.
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