[Sophia the Thunder Mistress]

Morwyn shifted uncomfortably in her seat as Annalaliath ran out of the room. She understood why Annalaliath was uncomfortable with Nahai and Celecu's warm reunion. She was a little uncomfortable too, like an outsider, peeping in through the window of someone else's home. Nahai, concerned, followed Annalaliath out. During the short time she was gone Morwyn and Celecu exchanged glances.

"I'm sorry." she said softly, "I trust you now." The elf smiled at her as Nahai returned and took her place beside him.

As Celecu began to tell his story, Morwyn's discomfort returned. His story was fascinating, yet she felt it should be for Nahai's ears alone. She tried to look unobtrusive, pushing herself back into her chair as though she'd vanish into it.

As Celecu came to a break in his tale, Morwyn cleared her throat. Nahai looked up startled. Morwyn thought she must have forgotten her presence entirely. The woman of Rohan stood up, twisting a bit of her skirt between her fingers. "I'm just going to go out and see if Annalalaith's alright..." she said hesitantly.

Nahai looked confused. "Alright." she said, "but if you need anything," she broke off.

Morwyn laughed. "What would I need? This is the Shire!" Nahai grinned, realizing she sounded rather silly. "Just enjoy being together, you deserve it." Morwyn said to her friend, laying one hand on Nahai's arm. Nahai nodded slowly, a smile lighting up her face as she held Celecu's hand tightly.

Morwyn walked slowly outside, the breeze was warm and softly scented. She walked out a few steps from the inn's door and called softly, "Annalaliath?!" There was no answer, except for the soft hum of the flies in the stable. "It's Morwyn... Anna are you okay?" she called again. Morwyn walked slowly out to the dusty path, looking around curiously for her friend.