Watching the people come and go, Lumiel passed the time. Her finger habitually went to a hidden lump near her neck where an heirloom hung on a small silver chain of mithril.
She saw the Lady Eledwen, and thought her a fair lady, who brought to her memories too distant to be more than a faded blur. She folded her hands on her lap, hoping that what caused Eledwen to hurry so was not any sort of serious trouble.
She half closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of civilization, or at least it seemed that way to her, who had little experience with such places. The Lady Annalalaith gave her a greeting and she returned it with a nod and a smile. She absent-mindedly watched her as she walked away, and then stopped by a support beam. Suddenly the woman's fair, happy disposition changed to one of anger and anxiety, or so it seemed to Lumiel. She knit her brow in concern for the woman, and felt an urge to help her somehow, though she knew it was more than likely she could do little for the woman's hurts, whatever they were. None-the-less, she felt that she should do something, so she stood up, ready to walk over to Annalalaith, but her chance passed as she continued up the stairs.
She sat back down again and looked around. Perhaps someone here could tell her who that woman was and also who the Innkeeper was, as she still needed a room, prefering the comfort of a warm bed to the open night, which she had experienced quite enough for a while to last.
[ September 15, 2003: Message edited by: Lumiel ]
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