2. Chapter 2
'Is it truly so unhappy?' the woman asks me. Concern is on her face. She is a very unusual mortal indeed.
'This is the site of an unhappy ending to a sad and foolish story', I answer her, and wonder what she will say and do now.
'And you do not want to speak of it, at least, not now anyway', she replies, looking out to sea in her turn.
'Once again, a perceptive lady', I said, with a short laugh.
'Will you walk with me? I am collecting some shells for the bottom of my friend's fish tank', she says in change of subject worthy of an elf.
I agree to walk with her, and we found many things on the beach that day, shells, strange seaweed neither of us had seen before, and many fish washed up by last night's king tide. This mortal woman proved a good companion, and when she discovered that I had nowhere to stay, she invited me home for as she said 'a good home cooked meal'. She seemed so worried about me that I could not say her nay; it is thousands of years since anyone showed worry over my wellbeing. Besides, I am curious about her, and as all know Elves must satisfy their curiosity