Aenara saw Fin riding up to her looking sheepish and for a brief moment she actually considered just galloping away. No, wait...good grief, he was sober...
"Thank you Aenara." The courtier said sincerely. Aenara blinked in surprise. What? No sarcasm?
"What- I mean, oh, erm, thankyou Findorfin. Yes. It was-" Ok now we were just going into the realms of untruth if she said it was a pleasure. "-fine."
He smiled at her. Actually smiled, with barely a trace of grin. She found herself grinning back; so he was an elf. He opened his mouth but stopped as he saw Aenara looking past him. What was that shape?
It could be passed off as some sort of rock or a bit of log, but those things didnt havea tendency to wearing clothing. Mind you, neither did men and elves have a tendency to wearing such tattered rags; but they had, she reckoned once been fine clothing...
"Good grief..." The guard murmered before raising her voice. "Findoreg! Findoreg, come and look here."
The other elf rode over, muttering under his breath about having had enough of drunk courtiers until he saw the figure and stopped as dead as Aenara. Without a word they rode over and Aenara dismounted beside the girl, for that was what it was.
Kneeling down she turned the girl over gently to be met with a solid kick in the arm, followed by an anguished cry. A pair of beautiful but terrified eyes opened in the girls bruised face. Well, at least she was alive...
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I am what I was, a harmless little devil
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