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<blockquote data-quote="Drusilia Nailo" data-source="post: 544110" data-attributes="member: 2062">Drusilia was outside, playing in the narrow strip of grass that was behind the house when she heard the sound of someone scrambling up the side of the wooden fence.&nbsp; Too surprised to be exceptionally wary, she was merely curious, and approached the fence to see who would be appearing at the top.&nbsp; &nbsp; It turned out to be an elven boy.&nbsp; His hair was blond, and long.&nbsp; His face and torso were covered with dirt, as if he'd been rolling in it.&nbsp; &quot;Hi,&quot; he said cheerfully, slipping over the top of the fence and dropping down into the grass.&nbsp; &nbsp; Drusilia stared at him.&nbsp; He was even shorter than she was, but they were probably fairly close in age.&nbsp; &quot;Who are you?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Kilat,&quot; he said, looking around the yard.&nbsp; &quot;My father says that your father is an important person, and that I shouldn't&nbsp; bother him.&nbsp; But he didn't say anything about talking to you.&quot;&nbsp; He hesitated for a moment.&nbsp; &quot;Is that okay?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Drusilia found herself grinning.&nbsp; &quot;It's okay.&nbsp; I'm allowed to do whatever I want,&quot; she informed him proudly.&nbsp; &quot;My name is Drusilia.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Oh,&quot; he said, looking thoughtful.&nbsp; &quot;Well, if you're allowed to do whatever you want, we should go out and have a look around.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Drusilia felt nervous, knowing that Papa would never approve.&nbsp; &quot;You mean, leave the yard?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Kilat grinned at her.&nbsp; &quot;Well, you said you could do whatever you want...&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Right,&quot; said Drusilia.&nbsp; &quot;Let's go.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; The two climbed the wooden fence again, landing in the alley on the other side.&nbsp; Kilat ran.&nbsp; &quot;C'mon.&nbsp; There's something I want to show you.&quot;&nbsp; Both elves ran through the streets, weaving in and out of adults that got in their way.&nbsp; &nbsp; He took her to another alley, and pointed down to the circular manhole cover.&nbsp; &quot;I have my own little hideout down here.&nbsp; I'll show it to you if you promise not to tell.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Drusilia stared down at the manhole cover.&nbsp; This was proving to be more fun than she'd had in ages, but she wasn't sure that Papa would be very happy with her.&nbsp; But...&nbsp; he hadn't specifically told her that she couldn't go down into the sewers.&nbsp; Surely if he didn't want her to go down there, he'd have told her so.&nbsp; She helped Kilat pry open the cover and roll it away.&nbsp; Peering down into the darkness, she said, &quot;Do you have a light of some kind?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;No.&nbsp; Are you scared?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;No!&nbsp; Only... you go first.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Kilat swallowed hard, and then began descending the ladder.&nbsp; Drusilia climbed down after him.&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;There's a lantern down here,&quot; said Kilat.&nbsp; &quot;I found it the first time I came down.&nbsp; So it's only dark for a little bit of the way.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; It didn't take long for the children to find the lantern, and after much struggle, Kilat even managed to get it lit.&nbsp; He held it up, beaming proudly at her.&nbsp; &quot;So, what do you think, Dru?&nbsp; Do you want to go to my secret hideout?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Drusilia blinked.&nbsp; Dru?&nbsp;&nbsp; But she only said, &quot;Sure.&nbsp; Let's go!&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; He took her on several twists and turns, and finally, stopped at a wooden door.&nbsp; He opened the door, and gestured grandly inside.&nbsp; &quot;My hideout.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Drusilia stepped inside, looking around.&nbsp; There were wooden crates stacked up against one wall, and there were even a couple of blankets on the floor.&nbsp; &quot;Is this all your stuff?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Kilat shrugged, unconcerned.&nbsp; &quot;The crates aren't, but I did bring the blankets.&nbsp; It can get kind of cold down here sometimes.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Drusilia sat down on one of the blankets, and grinned at Kilat shyly.&nbsp; &quot;Thanks for showing me your hideout.&nbsp; I promise that I won't tell anyone about it.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; She sat, and they talked for a little while.&nbsp; She kept looking over at the crates though, curious about what would be in them.&nbsp; Finally, she said, &quot;Kilat, have you ever opened one of the crates?&quot;His eyes widened, and he shook his head.&nbsp; &quot;No,&quot; he said.&nbsp; &quot;I didn't want to get in trouble.&nbsp; Do you want to?&quot;Drusilia nodded, getting to her feet.&nbsp; &quot;Bring the light over,&quot; she said with a grin, wanting to show off.&nbsp; &quot;I want to know what someone would want to store down here.&quot;Kilat nodded, picking up the light.&nbsp; He looked nervous, but didn't try to talk her out of it.She felt along the crates, and finally found the way to pry the top off of one of them.&nbsp; She tugged, struggling awhile before it finally gave way.&nbsp; Both children peered over the edge, breathlessly.&quot;Oh,&quot; said Drusilia, in complete disgust and disappointment.&nbsp; &quot;It's only a bunch of dried leaves, in bags.&quot;Kilat laughed.&nbsp; &quot;And here I thought it might be something valuable.&quot;&nbsp; He slammed shut the lid to the crate, and they moved back over to the warmer blankets.&nbsp; &quot;Oh well,&quot; he added. &quot;At least we know.&nbsp; Though it's kind of strange that an herbalist would store stuff down here.&quot;They played for the rest of the day, and Drusilia had more fun than she'd had in a long time.&nbsp; She'd never had a playmate before, at least, not one that hadn't been forced to play with her.&nbsp; She didn't ever want to leave.&nbsp; Eventually, though, her stomach began to growl and churn.&nbsp; &quot;Do you have any food?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Kilat shook his head, and stood up.&nbsp; &quot;No.&nbsp; But I bet my father would feed us.&nbsp; Let's go back up to the top, and then I'll show you my house.&nbsp; It's not very far away from yours.&quot;&nbsp; The boy picked up the lantern, and they began to retrace their steps back to the manhole.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; They found the ladder that lead up to the street, except...&nbsp; the manhole lid was secured again.&nbsp; No light came from up top.&nbsp; Drusilia stared upward in dismay.&nbsp; &quot;We're trapped!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Drusilia Nailo, post: 544110, member: 2062"] Drusilia was outside, playing in the narrow strip of grass that was behind the house when she heard the sound of someone scrambling up the side of the wooden fence. Too surprised to be exceptionally wary, she was merely curious, and approached the fence to see who would be appearing at the top. It turned out to be an elven boy. His hair was blond, and long. His face and torso were covered with dirt, as if he'd been rolling in it. "Hi," he said cheerfully, slipping over the top of the fence and dropping down into the grass. Drusilia stared at him. He was even shorter than she was, but they were probably fairly close in age. "Who are you?" "Kilat," he said, looking around the yard. "My father says that your father is an important person, and that I shouldn't bother him. But he didn't say anything about talking to you." He hesitated for a moment. "Is that okay?" Drusilia found herself grinning. "It's okay. I'm allowed to do whatever I want," she informed him proudly. "My name is Drusilia." "Oh," he said, looking thoughtful. "Well, if you're allowed to do whatever you want, we should go out and have a look around." Drusilia felt nervous, knowing that Papa would never approve. "You mean, leave the yard?" Kilat grinned at her. "Well, you said you could do whatever you want..." "Right," said Drusilia. "Let's go." The two climbed the wooden fence again, landing in the alley on the other side. Kilat ran. "C'mon. There's something I want to show you." Both elves ran through the streets, weaving in and out of adults that got in their way. He took her to another alley, and pointed down to the circular manhole cover. "I have my own little hideout down here. I'll show it to you if you promise not to tell." Drusilia stared down at the manhole cover. This was proving to be more fun than she'd had in ages, but she wasn't sure that Papa would be very happy with her. But... he hadn't specifically told her that she couldn't go down into the sewers. Surely if he didn't want her to go down there, he'd have told her so. She helped Kilat pry open the cover and roll it away. Peering down into the darkness, she said, "Do you have a light of some kind?" "No. Are you scared?" "No! Only... you go first." Kilat swallowed hard, and then began descending the ladder. Drusilia climbed down after him. "There's a lantern down here," said Kilat. "I found it the first time I came down. So it's only dark for a little bit of the way." It didn't take long for the children to find the lantern, and after much struggle, Kilat even managed to get it lit. He held it up, beaming proudly at her. "So, what do you think, Dru? Do you want to go to my secret hideout?" Drusilia blinked. Dru? But she only said, "Sure. Let's go!" He took her on several twists and turns, and finally, stopped at a wooden door. He opened the door, and gestured grandly inside. "My hideout." Drusilia stepped inside, looking around. There were wooden crates stacked up against one wall, and there were even a couple of blankets on the floor. "Is this all your stuff?" Kilat shrugged, unconcerned. "The crates aren't, but I did bring the blankets. It can get kind of cold down here sometimes." Drusilia sat down on one of the blankets, and grinned at Kilat shyly. "Thanks for showing me your hideout. I promise that I won't tell anyone about it." She sat, and they talked for a little while. She kept looking over at the crates though, curious about what would be in them. Finally, she said, "Kilat, have you ever opened one of the crates?" His eyes widened, and he shook his head. "No," he said. "I didn't want to get in trouble. Do you want to?" Drusilia nodded, getting to her feet. "Bring the light over," she said with a grin, wanting to show off. "I want to know what someone would want to store down here." Kilat nodded, picking up the light. He looked nervous, but didn't try to talk her out of it. She felt along the crates, and finally found the way to pry the top off of one of them. She tugged, struggling awhile before it finally gave way. Both children peered over the edge, breathlessly. "Oh," said Drusilia, in complete disgust and disappointment. "It's only a bunch of dried leaves, in bags." Kilat laughed. "And here I thought it might be something valuable." He slammed shut the lid to the crate, and they moved back over to the warmer blankets. "Oh well," he added. "At least we know. Though it's kind of strange that an herbalist would store stuff down here." They played for the rest of the day, and Drusilia had more fun than she'd had in a long time. She'd never had a playmate before, at least, not one that hadn't been forced to play with her. She didn't ever want to leave. Eventually, though, her stomach began to growl and churn. "Do you have any food?" Kilat shook his head, and stood up. "No. But I bet my father would feed us. Let's go back up to the top, and then I'll show you my house. It's not very far away from yours." The boy picked up the lantern, and they began to retrace their steps back to the manhole. They found the ladder that lead up to the street, except... the manhole lid was secured again. No light came from up top. Drusilia stared upward in dismay. "We're trapped!" [/QUOTE]

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