[Ainaserkewen]

"Hello." Ainaserkewen stopped the elf.
"Hello, uh, Ainaserkewen right?"
She nodded. "Veanca."
"Yes." he answered. The were in front of the bar.
"Can I get you a drink?" he asked her politely.
"No thank you, but those chocolate cherries look inviting. Would you pass me them please."
"I havn't seen you around before." She said to him.
"I was hired as a server, but with the party slow right now, I'm on a well earned break."
She nodded.
"Are you a member?" he asked, after a silence.
"Yes, a wight actually."
Their conversation drifted on, but mostly talking about their lives and families, boring stuff.
"I uh, saw you were talking to Reesha last night." Ainaserkewen said as tacfully as possible.
"A friend of yours? Said she wanted to interview some famous members. But I don't have a clue who that is."
Ainaserkewen laughed.
"She told me earlyer that she's looking for Child of the 7th age at the moment, look there she goes." They both laughed.
This elf, who had a deep smooth voice, had blond hair that hung very straight down his back, he was wearing all black(as were all the severs) but his eyes were almost the same color as her own. She looked deeply into them when they talked.
"Would you like to go sit down?" Asked Veanca. He motioned to the little love seat next to the couch where Arafangwen was still sleeping.
"Okay."
When they did, their conversation deepened to their feelings and hopes.
"So you're a priestess?"
"Yes."
"And a prophet?"
"Yes but only when I want to be. My gift is to help the elves of Arda, but I don't think that is needed here." She looked around at the very peaceful looking elves she did see, plus the men, the dwarf and hobbits, who were enjoying themselves somehow, either sleeping or awake.
Aranfangwen rolled over and muttered something.
"She had a tough night last night." Said Veanca. "Dancing with that phantom."
"Oh did she?" laughed Ainaserkewen. She leaned into Veanca for warmth, because it was getting colder in the room. Minutes later, Veanca got up to get the chocolate covered cherries and brought them back to Ainaserkewen.
"Shame they don't have strawberries. They're my favorite." He said.
"Mine too." she said.

[ May 02, 2003: Message edited by: Ainaserkewen ]