"An elf."
"Who says I'm an elf? I think I'm a Vulcan or a Romulan."
"A Vulcan? Is that a kind of rubber?"
"No, silly," said Jon, "it's from Star Trek."
"Feh, I never watched that. Besides that series ended when I was little. You can't be one of those anyway--they're fictional!"
"And," replied Jon, "elves aren't? Maybe I'm a Romulan/elven hybrid. That would explain why I'm short--I wouldn't be as short as a full elf, but I'd be shorter than a human."
Sarah rolled her eyes.
"Or a Romulan/drow hybrid."
"I haven't the faintest idea what a drow is."
"It's a dark elf."
"So say 'dark elf'."
"It doesn't matter, Sarah. You can't diagnose being an elf from pointy ears. I could be turning into Yoda. I think he's got pointed ears. Or various video game characters.... Hmm, I know. I'm a Hylian. from Zelda. They're a little like elves but they're not called elves." He glanced at something written on the side. "Ah, that must be it. Pointed ears, green tunic, lives in forests..." The header, of course, read "Link Description".
