[Maegaladiel]

Nahai left her room at the exact moment Morwyn ran up to her own quarters. Annalalaith followed after her, standing tentatively outside her door.

"What happened?" asked Nahai, concern marking her brow. Annalalaith scratched behind one pointed ear nervously.

"Morwyn recieved a letter from her homelands." she said.

"Bad news?" Nahai grimaced. The elf shook her head.

"On the contrary. Things seemed to be going well, from what I gathered." She grinned half-heartedly. "I suspect a case of homesickness has infected our dear Morwyn." Nahai nodded knowingly.

"By the way, Nahai, an elven gentleman downstairs seemed very interested in that flute of Morwyn's. He said he was searching for someone who had one like it. Is that a common design for flutes?" she questioned. Nahai shook her head, suddenly nervous.

"No," she said. "It is almost unique. It was made for me by... by Celecu." What elf could possibly be searching for her here? And why?

"Be careful, mellon." Annalalaith said to her. The Beorning nodded, a smile on her face.

"If you insist." She gave a mock bow. "I have no choice but to obey to the best of my ability." She grinned boyishly, but her jest was only up front. Who could this strange person be?