[Annalaliath]

Annalaliath smiled, " I am sure." She looked up at Aman, " Thanks. But as you are doing this notice the ink that is still caked in my hair." Then she laughed, " You should see my friend, Myrddin, she had some one shop it all off. She is a bit strange though." She straitened up and looked strait ahead, " She was the only one that accepted me for who I was. So in the Elfin lands we were the two misfits that raided the libraries and ran laughing and playing ticks on the inhabitance of them. " She thought of the good times. " But for some reason we all change, even Elves." Then frustrated she said, " Here I go rambling on just cut it will you?" Annalaliath tapped her fingers on the chair and her knee bounced with an energy that nothing could quell, even exhaustion. She wanted to get this over with as fast as she could, before she changed her mind.

And a piece of golden hair fell to the floor. She almost whimpered, but she knew it was for the best. The next fell on the apron in font of her and Annalaliath looked at it, it was covered in ink, black ink. She was almost glad, but still she was a bit sad. Her knee bounced hyperactively as she sat there...