Little Milkmaid

"What do you mean you didn't see her ever again?" asked Briiza: She have been hearing the stories of Uncle Corvin for hours under the shadow of that tree, and was beginning to be cold: as well, absorved in the story, she hadn't take notes for long time... she can do that later.

"When I returned, she wasn't there anymore, and even if I looked for her, I couldn't find her"

"What happened?
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It was already an hour or so since Uncle Corvin leaved the barn, and Jeane, after finishing her breakfast, cleaned the dishes.

Then, she dedicated to clean the furniture, feed the chickens , pigs and cow, playing with the calf for some moments, until the calf drooled all her face, so she needed to wash her face again.

Then, she spent sometime weaving: she learned that from Corvin, and despise knowing it is a boyish activity, it was something to spend time with.

She sighed. She have the barn all for herself, and it was boring. And it wasn't even noon.

She heated then the sup Corvin leaved for her, eating lunch early, taking then a nap, as the middle of the day had way much more light that she liked for her eyes.

She sleeped for some hours, and when she waked up she cleaned the dishes of her lunch, she readed for a time one of the three books of Corvin, the one about history of the Hebonnor and some legends and myths of the mountains -she have readed it many times, but she liked it-

But the day continued, slowly... it was boring to be alone and enclosed...

So she opened the doors of the barn, and after looking around, she went outside to play in the field and the near forests...

She promised to stay in the barn, but there was no one around, true?

After playing for a time with a wooden sword she made for herself, killing giants and slaying dragons in her imagination, she saw the cow grazing, and she get the idea that she should milk the cow: some fresh milk will be awesome!

So she went to the barn to pick a bucket and a bench...

In the end, it proved to be more difficult to milk the cow alone that she tought, without the help of Uncle Corvin, but with the bulk filled with fresh and white milk, she smiled, thinking how proud will be Corvin when he return and she told him what she did...

then, she noticed the pungent odor of smoke, and raising her eyes in the direction where she was told was the nearby mountain elf village:

Several long columns of smoke where visible in the horizont...

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"What happened then?" asked again Briiza, as the old hebonnor elf remained in silence for long, thinking.

"It was an attack. Or so I was told..."