“Where did you go, Nanna?” Alvis was sat in the family room reading a worn leather-bound book as his youngest finally returned. She smiled sheepishly shaking the fallen leaves from her hair letting them fall around her bare feet as she approached his armchair sitting on the floor beside him.
“Sorry Papa,” she said as his hand came down to caress the top of her head tenderly.
“Is Eitiri alright?” He asked.
Nanna didn’t ask how he had known, in her opinion he knew everything “Gerda’s returned, we lost track of time.”
Alvis hummed thumbing lightly the pages of his book-lined thickly in ancient dwarven. “And what did he say?”
Eagerly Nanna recounted every detail of Gerda’s journey—with added embellishments of course. By the end of it, she had all but forgotten her f
