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Bride of Gwillim[@Tracyarmav] and  Scyrvensrel [@Amethyst]
Interacting with Alfhi [@Tracyarmav[/center]


It seemed the girl believed her lie.  She let out a tiny sigh of relief as she was dragged along behind the slightly taller girl.  Water in the room?  What a novel and strange idea.  She'd always had to go out to the well to get water.  Hestia paused behind Alfhi as the door opened and as quietly as possible they snuck into the room.  And, lo and behold, there was the water as promised.  She was about to head toward the pitcher when suddenly water lifted itself from it.  Her eyes widened is it came splashing down on her head.  She had to clap her hands over her mouth to keep from shrieking and waking up her spouse.

Beautiful green eyes looked toward Alfhi in confusion as she tried once again, this time getting the water into the cup.  Hestia accepted the towel first, draping it over her head.  The water felt nice and cooling so she was not upset.  It was not as if she might melt.  She then accepted the glass and sipped the crisp drink.  A small smile appeared on her lips. [color=96BF75][b] "Yes, this is perfect, thank you.  I am so sorry I woke you,"[/b][/color] she whispered quietly to Alfhi.  She then noticed only Scyr in the room.  [color=96BF75][b]"Where has..."[/b][/color] she couldn't remember his name, [color=96BF75][b]"My husband, your father gone?" [/b][/color]she inquired.


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Hestia gets drenched, drinks some water and talks to Alfhi.  Wondered where Gwillim is.
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