[Manardariel]

"Youlielle are you awake?"

"Now I am," Youlielle grumbleled, getting up. She had just fallen asleep, when the knock on the door had reawoken her. She crept to the door, and opened. There was Taurion.

He was just standing thre, smiling at her. His intenese, elven eyes were graver than usual, a distant air of melacholy seemed to be around him. It was only now, that she noticed how foolish she looked. Her hair was untidy, she was blinking to see properly, and her nightshirt (Aenara´s, really), was far too big.

"Uh, hi." she finally said.

"Hey," Taurion replied. "I was sort of wondering if you would, maybe, want to talk or something... uh, did I wake you up?"

"As a matter of fact, you did." Youlielle said in mock indignance. "But, now that I´m awake, we might as well talk. Come in, Master Elf, come in." She mooved away from the door, and quickly crept back into bed. It was cold, and the less he saw of her, the better.

"Well then," she said "Talk away!"

He blushed. One could totally tell he wasn´t entirely comfortable, sitting here. Youlielle decided to help him, everything else would have been plain unfair.
"Say, do you have any idea where Fin and Aenara have dissapeared to?" she asked.

He denied it, but then remaind silent. An heavy sort of silence followed. Youlielle waited for him to say somethig but he didn´t. What was this about? She suddenly felt shy and no at all like saying what she wanted to say. As a matter of fact, what did she want to say? She didn´t know, and she felt that Taurion didn´t either. They looked at each other, but neither said a word.