Morwyn watched as Annalaliath went over to the girl, Devnet. She exchanged glances with Nahai and shook her head. "That girl has talent."she shot the elf another glance. Annalaliath was eyeing the newcomer suspiciously. Morwyn hoped the two artists would get on well, once they got to know each other.
Nahai nodded thoughtfully, her gaze still following the elf with the shuffling green cards. The two suddenly looked up at Aman's enraged outburst at the strangers who'd been fighting. Morwyn's face went rather pale at the sight of the sword quivering in the wall near the men's heads, and Cami brandishing the club. "Perhaps now isn't the best time for mischief..." she said uncertainly.
Nahai followed her gaze to the sword buried in the wood paneled wall. "Perhaps just a little fun... if it was very good natured?" she said in a cajoling tone. Morwyn met her friend's eyes and giggled.
"Perhaps just a little." she said. "But we must wait for Annalaliath to come back, of course." She rubbed the side of her nose with one finger, the mischievous gleam back in her eyes. She sat like that for a while, her eyes wandering the room critically.
Finally she threw her hands up, "I simply can't think of anything!" she said to Nahai in a loud whisper. Nahai was laughing silently so hard her face began to turn red, but through her laughter she gasped,
"Morwyn, you are so obvious! We'll be caught for sure... Perhaps Annalaliath can think of something."
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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