I knew I had begged for a miracle a couple of days ago but while I was standing up before Alenith I did not know how I felt.
Old Aravan had brought us to his village as the crow files. He barely had not talked along the way. It suited my book. In any case I did not want another thing except that to listen my own poor thoughts.
When the old man went into his village with an elf-girl it was dawn. Only a few windows were opened. A few heads nodded old man and looked at me curiously. I could guess that it was not one of places where Elves haunted all the time.
The old man’s hut was outside of the village. Just then we were dismounting before it the hut’s door, that lights was on, was opened and a woman who was with nightdress leaped out. While she was entwining her arms around the old man, our glances met each other. Golden blonde hair, which was shining in twilight like Alenith’s, had encompassed her little face. She was pretty and young. Her face was shining brightly for coming together her father.
“Were you waiting at the door, my girl?” The old man talked animatedly.
“I had got up to drink water. I saw through the window you came in the village.” At last the woman who loosened her arms her gaze turned me.
“I found her at The Trap Back.” He winked his girl allusively.
“I told you that place is special.” She chuckled and “Pardon me. Welcome here.” said by remembering I was here too.
I would say thank them but at that point the door was opened again. I got my eye a man who was coming out. He was holdings a baby in his arms. My eyes was not mistaken he was Alenith.
I knew I had begged for a miracle a couple of days ago but while I was standing up before Alenith I did not know how I felt.
