Little Bird

“Amya ,” The young elf called, excitedly rushing over to her mother. “Lithy married a half-elf! A half-elf!” She bobbed up and down as the older elf raised an eyebrow.

“Syndra, what on earth do you mean?” The older woman asked.

A sparkle could be seen in young Syndra Silverbow’s eyes. “Exactly what I said, amya. Lithy married a half-elf.”

“A half elf.” Cellica repeated in disbelief.

“A half elf!” Syndra chirped back.

“And where did you get this news?” Cellica asked, doubting the younger elf.

“Why amya, a little birdy may have told me.” Syndra said before turning away.

“A little birdy, hmm?”

“Aaaaaandddddd, he may just be one of the richest elves in Saerloon.”

“Saerloon. What has Ilytherra been getting herself into?” The older woman pondered aloud, but little Syndra Silverbow was nowhere to be seen.