Pio raised her eyebrows and shook her head at Bird and 'Grandpa'. Her better sense said Turn this cart around and take them all back to the ship; but her sense of adventure overcame the warning and she climbed into the cart, careful not to sit too close to 'grandpa'. His legs might be gone in the 'war', but, as she recalled. his arms and hands were working just fine.
Bird shook the reins on the rump of the pony and urged him onward. 'I'm thirsty!', she announced as the moved down the road. 'Now I wonder where a tavern might be?'
'Just a turn around the city and home again, home again?!', said Pio.
'Relax, just a small drink. We'll be discrete. I want to savor all the delights of this fair city. I'm writing a book, you know.' He winked at her in a decidedly ungrandpa like manner.
Bird rolled her eyes at the announcement again of his book, and clucked at the pony to move along a little faster.
The elf looked at Levanto and laughed. 'Assure me, dear Levanto, that you do not have me on the list as one of the delights you intend to savor.'
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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