As I have absolutely no idea what the male equivalent of a Lyllaen would wear, I just made up something that seemed vaguely appropriate. If this is contrary to your vision, however, Leaf, just let me know, and I'll happily redesign him. Thanks! Also, story resumes in the comments. - #TwilightRealm and its #Fae and Sylvana #Witches belong to @LadyLeaf.
Wow a millions of thanks Saralyn! Well, not really, the 'white' of Lyllaens' eyes have a faint yellow glow, but mostly white. Dorfyns', Morgans', Huldras' and Gillie Dhus' sclera are black :)
That's wonderful, Leaf!!! I'm thrilled that you approve of my Lyllu!! I actually put a great deal of thought into what he would look like and how to dress him. :) Are the "whites" of his eyes supposed to be black, though, as with other Dorfyn?
Saralyn, you made a Lyllu!!! Oh he is gorgeous, and this is definitely something Lyllaens would wear. I figure they love this gypsy/belly dancer style, and yes this is definitely their style! Lyllaens are basically the...less suggestive version of succubus/incubus, I figure they're not shy of showing off their body...They have yellow rings in their iris, so looking into their eyes are hypnotising. Yes they are somehow physically vulnerable, but Lyllaens are masters of the arts of hypnotising...
It was to be hoped that no one did, because Ooneil now knew that a gold eyed, black haired man of uncertain origin was travelling east with one of the Sylvana Tilyach of the Candeliana. Surely nobody would ask about such a ridiculous and improbable scenario, Ooneil thought. Furthermore, unless he were specifically summoned to Seaddhu, the Lyllu wanted to spend some time with his tired Witch. Of course, there was the gathering of his kind at the Sacred Willow to attend, but those were equals.
Ooneil had created his own personal Fae Dream home rather than live in the capitol city because the hive-like facets of the place discomfited him. Still, one Fae on his own for so long does become lonely for some interaction. The Witch Isthare had been an unexpected boon, and Ooneil... cared for her. He very much wanted not to betray her, or the confidences learned from her either sleeping or waking. However, he knew he was weak, and if anyone more powerful asked him a direct question...
