Silvae à Aradne

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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven

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Silvàe à Aradne; Chapter Seven

Chapter 7
Silvàe à Aradne

Paylem lay awake staring at the stars, after leaving the young elf to sleep in peace. He wondered not for the first time what he was like without the sarcasm, whether he could just be happy or was he always miserable. "Perhaps the fact that I am here makes him miserable?"
Yet Gharon doesn't speak of the others very highly either he thought. Paylem discovered that he wanted to make Gharon lighten up, to be happy and free and not so stuffy.

Gharon lay on his bed wondering of the young man across the hall. Perhaps he was not so bad. He was curious but that was to be expected in one so unused to the elven way of life. If it weren't for his inexcusably rude staring he would be ok. Gharon thought what it would be like to actually be friends with him to learn from him all the things he was curious about. Yet he remembered that he would have to entertain him and Nephrenia the next day and his thoughts that were momentarily light became dark again. "Surely Nephrenia won't wait too long, she'll probably complain to her father and I’ll have to smooth things over with some serious sucking up." The young elf sighed rolled over and went to sleep still pondering his new founder ling.

The next morning Gharon woke up to a strange noise he heard scratching and then he heard slurping and after that he heard banging.

"What on earth is going on in my house?" He rubbed his eyes and gracefully removed himself from the bed. "PAYLEM!!" he heard a momentary stop.

"Yes?!?"

"What are you doing down there?!?!"

Gharon came down the stairs in a night robe and his hair loose around his shoulders. His eyes still had a gossamer look from sleep and his cheeks were flushed in exasperation.
Paylem was moving things in the kitchen he had a pen and paper and was writing things down as he slurped his morning tea and attempted to make something.

"Oh I’m making myself some breakfast."

Gharon looked slightly surprised. "Why may I ask do you need a quill and parchment for that?"

"Oh" Paylem looked slightly embarrassed, "Well I thought perhaps I could write down some things or names of things I didn’t know form this book." He held up a cookbook never really used by Gharon himself but a present from a distant relative, who didn't know him at all obviously.
Gharon blinked and sat down on a chair opposite the Paylem at the table where he worked.

"I see ... Did you have to make so much noise about it?"

"I suppose not, I don't notice sometimes." Paylem shrugged and sat.

"What are you making anyway?"

"Oh nothing special just some porridge."

Gharon made a face, "I despise such food."

Paylem shrugged again "More for me then." He smiled a toothy mirthful grin. "Besides who said it was for you anyway?"

His tone was teasing and brought a half smile to Gharon's face. They sat for a moment and then Gharon seemed to remember for he looked up quickly and started to speak.

"Oh we have to go to see Nephrenia today, she'll be complaining if I don't visit her soon."

Paylem went to the fire where his pot was brewing and he just made a noise of acknowledgement.

Gharon noticed how he was lean but had nice form to him he was particularly distracted by his buttocks as he bent over the fire. "Oh I mustn’t be distracted by theses things" he thought.

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