[Maegaladiel]

Nahai shook herself out of her trance. She felt like she had been sitting at the bar, staring into space for days, yet it was still early or late morning. She looked down at the breakfast Annalalaith had ordered for her, taking a greatful bite. She was hungrier than she thought.

Chewing slowly, she looked back at the elven woman. Her new haircut suited her very well. The now-short strands of gold hung down into her face as she sat hunched over her sketchbook. Nahai took a quick peek over her shoulder at her latest creation. By Valar, that woman was an excellent artist. She stared down at her own hands, wondering if she could coax them to create such beautiful pictures. She seriously doubted it.

My, the inn seemed busy all of the sudden. Nahai was somewhat glad, as she felt that people were no longer staring at her as they were last night. The elf Nanna had returned, but she seemed to be busy elsewhere. Now everyone was paying attention to the new cook and a poor woman who had fainted the moment she walked in the door.

"Morwyn," she said, suddenly eager to start a conversation, "You said something yesterday about getting into a bit of mischief. What did you have in mind?" Taking a sip of her now-cold coffee, she waited for Morwyn's reply.