The Psychotic Elf

[Halbereth Diagona]

>right and that makes a whole lotta sense NOT<

Sorell nodded, then shook his head. He was confused. If it wasn't Calad, who was it? He knew it wasn't him. Collette might have taken it, but she wasn't spiteful enough. Kalia definitley wouldn't. Sorell knew that from years of experience. Thengise...well, she did do spiteful things at times, but she surely wouldn't have done it.
Which only left Nayru herself. Sorell realised that Nayru had not had much attention these last few days. Everyone had focused on Calad. Sorell had rather been out of the picture, but he didn't mind as much as Nayru. Would she...would she have taken it and pretended it was stolen? No, surely not...she would never...or would she. Sorell couldn't think straight. He decided to go for a walk, so picked up his cloak and went out. A moment later he had opened his wings and was gliding through the air at his top speed.
>Ok, you write me getting hurt cos I'm useless at writing that sort of thing.<