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Earendil chuckled and sat back to watch Lin. He had never heard of katas before - at least, he couldn't remember having heard about it, though the word did tug at his memory, not seeming as unfamiliar as he thought - and he was impressed with the things Lin was doing. In elven terms, she was too small - not too young, one was almost never too young - but too small to begin regular training. Still, to be that young and that dedicated, he knew that one day she would be an excellent fighter.



Daeron sighed a bit and picked up a quill. "If Ada does say anything," he told the two of them, "let me or Nana take care of it. Or Tinuviel."

He paused, then added, "Tinuviel or Nana would be the best choice. Even where Ninako is concerned, he's not ... the best."

Elnara smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Daeron," she murmured. There was an awkward silence for several long moments, and then she asked, "Is ... Neko still around? I haven't seen him, and no one's mentioned him ..."



Storm in the meantime had been sweating profusely in his turtleneck sweater under the direct heat of the desert sun. His eyes had lost their usual shine, and he had suddenly turned almost completely lethargic. He was in the process - with Starr's help - of removing his sweater.

Lin paused in mid movement noticing that something was up with Storm and Starr.

"Is he okay?" she inquired curiously.

Elnara nodded as well. She really didn't want to get into the whole thing, Daeron seemed upset enough as things were.

"But Neko's all right," she murmured, going back to the origin of his comment, "right?"



Storm plopped down on the ground, sighing an audible sigh of relief. He still looked dopey, however, and his head kept going in little circles as if he were dizzy.

Starr was concerned for her twin, and she waved her hands in front of him to fan him. "It's hot out here," she told Lin and Earendil. "Maybe he should go back inside."

It was impossible to tell from his eyes, which were completely white, but he was having a lot of trouble focusing ... on anything.

Lin patted the top of her head to feel out hot it was, sometimes when she becamse too busy she forgot the temperature, but it was quite hot. Since her hair was black and now that she thought about it her clothes were sticking to her.

"I don't know if it's this hot in the summer," she replied back, "I know summer is hot, but I don't remember if it is this hot. It might have been once or twice, but fall and spring says Daddy are the best times of the year because often it is not too hot or too cold. Winter it is cold, it has to be to get ice and snow."

"I see," Earendil nodded. "This is about as cool as it gets here, it's actually hotter later in the summer. It rains about once a year, sometimes twice, and then it cools down a bit more; but other than that, it's just like this all day every day."



Daeron nodded again and smiled hopefully. "Perhaps you're right," he murmured. "He was crushed when you left, but Riordan's betrayal was just as bad. If he sees you again, knows that you're all right, and willing to at least attempt to see us all again ... well."

Really, his greatgrandfather needed hope more than he needed anything else.

"It sounds like a good idea then," Lore nodded.

He could understand that of sorts, if for no other reason than to see Elnara with her children and see that she is doing well. Lore thought that would be of great help. As he thought about this he bent over to pick up Silvrendir.