[alaklondewen]

As Estella finished her mug of ale, a small elf woman who had a hawk on her shoulder approached the bar. Being curious (or was it nosy?) about this young elf, Estella smiled shyly at her then looked away quickly. The ale had taken the edge off her nerves, and she was beginning to feel a little brave.

“Excuse me, may I have a soda,” Estella asked the bartender who had come back to the counter. The young man quickly served her beverage, and she thanked him.

Glancing around again, she took a deep breath and got off of her chair, moving closer the rather curious elf and her bird. “Hello,” she cleared her throat nervously and continued. “Beautiful day it is,” she nodded toward the door.

At first, the elf looked at her suspiciously, and Estella almost returned to her seat, but a slow smile crept across the elf’s face. “The name’s Estella Proudfoot,” Estella stood proudly and held out her hand.

Another elf approached of whom the hawk seemingly did not approve, and a bit of a commotion followed. However, the elf unexpectedly answered the bird, and it flew back to the rafters. The newcomer introduced himself as Lóthaniel.

[ May 17, 2003: Message edited by: alaklondewen ]