Nitir and Azra returned to Azraph's alcove, and stumbled across a form sprawled in the opening to the doorway. Phura gasped and sat up, and then sighed. "Is she all right?"
"She's fine, " Nitir murmured.
"Goodnight then, " he replied wearily, and faded from view.
Azra blinked. "Was he worried?"
Azraph rolled over, sat up, and unceremoniously smacked Azra across her backside, and rolled over and went back to sleep.
Nitir got ready to sleep, but Bird couldn't resist, and hopped up to Azra's shoulder and hissed, "You could say that they were concerned."
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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