Several hours of sitting and not moving much had recovered Anna's strength to nearly what it was when she'd first taken this body, so when she heard Kenelm's lovely voice wafting up from the garden, she had no trouble rising to her feet and approaching the window in the cell. She frowned. This was curious. She couldn't see Kenelm, but that was nothing; his usual perch was on the bench in the old vegeatble garden, not visible from here. But she could see something else: There was a figure in the orchard, no two figures, a small and a large. By the Valar, those were living folk! They didn't belong here! Forgetting for a moment that she was solid, she attempted to float through the wall to investigate. It didn't work, so she did the next best thing.
She glanced back at Calimiel, then beyond her to Celumëomaryu. The Elf was still watching, but perhaps not closely enough. She wandered back to Calimiel and tried as unobtrusively as she could to get her attention. The two returned to the window and watched the living beings for a quiet moment before Celumëomaryu interrupted them. In that moment, they determined that it was an old man and a child. Beyond that, they were lost. Why would an old man and a child come here? Perhaps they were, indeed, lost.
"What are you doing? Get away from there!"
Celumëomaryu, of course. Calimiel looked like she wanted to obey, and after a moment, Anna did too. She'd had enough of those @!$^*# attacks for one day.
Celumëomaryu glanced through the window at the scene below. What would she do?
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