...

The elf lady passes but briefly, and leaves behind a notice. Written in the flowing script that has long been known as hers, each letter formed in dark ink on the pale parchment.

For those who wonder:

It may be some time 'fore I return. Ill suited is this place for me at this time. My feet must wander, 'haps the last trace of the elf in me. Let none search and let none listen for my return; for there will be no noise to hear, nor trace to follow. I do expect a smile though, and a hug from each 'pon my return lest I must steal each or both.

Keep standing...

Ariel N.