Menelya walked away, somewhat in a huff that she was rebuffed in such a manner. She wondered what troubled the Elf and the Man. She also looked at the hand she had used to touch the Human. Menelya rubbed the hand on her gown and gave a small exhalation of disgust.
As she rounded a corner, she saw Anwaelme chatting with one of Menelya's friends, looking as though she wanted to leave the conversation. Menelya quickly took this opportunity to catch up to her daughter.
"Daughter! You rejoice at the return of Melost, do you not?"
"Should it really matter to you?" Anwaelme said, loosing what what left of her cheerful nature. Menelya's defenses were already up, and she retorted.
"All you do matters to me daughter. I only have your best interests in mind," she said, automatically, "All I do is for your comfort and happiness."
"Please, Mother, spare me," Anwaelme said, glaring at her mother. It was obvious that Anwaelme was not in the mood to argue, but Menelya did not care. She needed to have a good fight to make up for the way she had been treated by the others.
"You have no right to say that after all your father and I sacrificed for you!" Menelya said. Anwaelme simply turned on her heel and left Menelya standing alone in the hallway.
"Stupid girl," Menelya muttered as she went up to her room, where she decided to pass the afternoon reading by herself.
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"I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each others dreams, we can be together all the time." - Hobbes of Calvin and Hobbes
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