The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

piosenniel · 03-02-2006, 02:18 AM

Vinca had just come out of the pantry when the Elven lady passed into the common room. A curious entrance she thought wondering why someone, and an Elf to boot seemed to be sneaking through the back way. ‘Wonder what that’s all about?’ she murmured to herself.

Cook sat the bowl of dried beans she’d brought out from the oaken barrel in the pantry down on the table top. From the braid of onions that hung near the stove she selected three of the bigger ones, bringing them and her knife and a cutting board over to the table, too.

She was just about to begin peeling and chopping the onions when she noted the kitchen door seemed to be closing by itself . . . and sighing, too!

Had the Elven lady enchanted it, she wondered, her brow furrowed. But no, the slender fingers of a real hand were slipping from round the door.

‘You!’ she called loudly, walking quickly to the door. ‘Get yourself in here, why don’t you?’ She pushed the door back open and motioned him in. ‘Tea?’ she asked, getting down the pot from the shelf over the stove. ‘You sound as if you might need a hot cuppa and a ready ear.’ She bustled about getting cups and the canister with the nut cookies.

03-02-2006, 02:18 AM	#11
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Vinca had just come out of the pantry when the Elven lady passed into the common room. A curious entrance she thought wondering why someone, and an Elf to boot seemed to be sneaking through the back way. ‘Wonder what that’s all about?’ she murmured to herself. Cook sat the bowl of dried beans she’d brought out from the oaken barrel in the pantry down on the table top. From the braid of onions that hung near the stove she selected three of the bigger ones, bringing them and her knife and a cutting board over to the table, too. She was just about to begin peeling and chopping the onions when she noted the kitchen door seemed to be closing by itself . . . and sighing, too! Had the Elven lady enchanted it, she wondered, her brow furrowed. But no, the slender fingers of a real hand were slipping from round the door. ‘You!’ she called loudly, walking quickly to the door. ‘Get yourself in here, why don’t you?’ She pushed the door back open and motioned him in. ‘Tea?’ she asked, getting down the pot from the shelf over the stove. ‘You sound as if you might need a hot cuppa and a ready ear.’ She bustled about getting cups and the canister with the nut cookies.