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Elsa Whitfoot
"Careful, Crispin!" Elsa exclaimed, startled, as her son jumped from the moving wagon. She climbed akwardly down as the line slowed to a halt, but Crispin had already darted off. "Oh, I suppose he's fine," Elsa sighed to herself. "Down you come, missy." She offered Alora a hand down. "Oh, it does feel good to get off that wagon. I don't suppose we're there yet, though?" Her husband had shown her a map before they left, but she was poor at evaluating distances, never having traveled much.
Elsa stepped away from the wagon, seeing her sister-in-law, Estella, coming over.
"How was the ride?" Estella asked cheerfully.
Elsa smiled complacently, "Oh, it went well enough, though I imagine I shall soon be sore all over from bumping up and down."
Estella laughed. "Will you and your family lunch with Marcho and me? I've left him somewhere over there, talking to your husband." she waved vaguely over her shoulder.
"Oh, that would be lovely, Estella." Elsa said happily. "I've a lunch basket in the wagon, just let me fetch it."
She retrieved the basket and joined her sister-in-law a short ways off the roadside, spreading cloths on the grass and laying out a small picnic. Estella went to find Marcho and Kalimac, and Elsa called for the children. "Now where have they got to?" she wondered aloud. "It isn't like them to be late for a meal. Oh, dear, I do worry too much." She continued murmuring to herself in this manner until the others arrived.
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