It's a good joke. That is what anyone who turns an eye will believe; the Northern elf has worn the brisk, efficient warmth of aunties world-over as she sweeps tents and sweats the fire. The soldiers — far from home, uneasy for the Southern winds — have drunk on the familiar. She is as any other servant (slave) in company. That those others do not know her,
Well. They know better than to raise the alarm. She's made certain promises, she's made clear that they are waiting. There is to be a contact, a rendezvous, reinforcements. Right on schedule:
"Come," A hand to shoulder. "We must empty the buckets."
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It's a good joke. That is what anyone who turns an eye will believe; the Northern elf has worn the brisk, efficient warmth of aunties world-over as she sweeps tents and sweats the fire. The soldiers — far from home, uneasy for the Southern winds — have drunk on the familiar. She is as any other servant (slave) in company. That those others do not know her,
Well. They know better than to raise the alarm. She's made certain promises, she's made clear that they are waiting. There is to be a contact, a rendezvous, reinforcements. Right on schedule:
"Come," A hand to shoulder. "We must empty the buckets."
Her fingers are very tight.