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"Do I dare ask?" Earendil laughed. "Well, tag can be a dangerous game. But stalking? Mind telling me how you play that?"

Sounded interesting, anyways.

"Ah," Earendil nodded. Exactly what it sounded like then. "And who does the stalking and who does the hiding?"

He was genuinely interested now, and found himself even looking forward to playing with the girl.

"Well, we could play if you want to," Earendil grinned. "I don't suppose you would like to play in the labyrinth, then?"

He would have an advantage over her then, but if she was serious about practicing her stalking, then it was better that way. After all, if she was going to grow up and follow in her father's footsteps - as it seemed to him that she would - then she would be constantly in situations like that.

And after all it was just practice - he wouldn't let her get lost.

"Same way we came up," Earendil grinned. "Fastest way. There are longer ways, of course, many of them - but you were right, this place is huge. There are those who say that it's as big as the mountain it's built on - it's only a slight exaggeration. Of course, to see it from the outside, you'd never guess, but most of it's underground."

Hmm. Perhaps he would have to take her outside and show her.

Her comment made the youth pause.

"I really should show you," he mused. "It's rather ... amazing, really. Yes, we're on a mountain, the entire city is. But the castle - where we are - is on the top of the mountain."

He glanced down at her curiously. "How old are you, anyways?" he asked. Perhaps she had never seen a mountain before - and quite likely, not a castle either.

Earendil blinked. "You're kidding," he murmured. "Three ... well, you're certainly small enough ... I think."

He gazed down at her as he led them into the tower and down the stairs. She actually looked shorter than three years ... but then again, he recalled, the angel Kara had been so short, too. Perhaps it was simply genetics, after all.

"I don't know," Earendil shrugged. "All I know is that you look smaller than a three-year-old, but that you're far more mature, and I find it confusing. That's all."

Earendil blinked. "But they're as tall as I am - or thereabouts. Do you mean to tell me they started out as small as you? As mature?"

He blinked again, and a suspicious look crossed his face. "I'm going to make a wild guess and say ... that's what your world is like ... is that right?"