Ærosylle crept from the kitchen on hands and knees, looking for Finian. She must smell him out as she were a dog and he the prey....
She could see his feet through the maze of of wood and wriggled through the chairs until she was inches from her brother's feet. She heard angry voices and she peered from under the chair. The Healer woman was there, as well as Rochadan, and another boy badly burnt and her brother, of course, but there was also a great big obnoxious man. Wriggling around to get a better view, she saw that her brother's fists were clenched and that his eyes were narrowed like a cat waiting to strike.
But the big, oily, mean man left and the boy remained. Finian, touselling the boy's head, also left and went to serve a dwarf, and Rochadan looked well pleased with himself.
Clambering to her feet, Ærosylle dragged a chair to the table, climbed upon it, perched her elbows upon the wood, and stared at the boy. Her eyes wavered to his plate and she said, "If you would be so kind asto give my regards to the plate I would be greatly obliged." She nodded at him.
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