“wh…what?” Kathlin gasped as she dangled upside down. The satchel dangled dangerously and she caught it just in time to stop several vials falling out of it and plummeting towards the floor.

Dumped back into the relative safety of the palm of Rithrynn’s hand, the girl gave a sigh of relief at being on solid-ish ground again. Looking up at her large captor, the Night Elf seemed to be waiting for an answer of some sort. 

“…yes. You’re probably right. I [i]should[/i] cut back”

“…..”

“….Really?”

“uhh…sure. Lets go with that” Kathlin mumbled. A hand was vaguely flapped at Rithrynn, who looked as if she was about to have considerably more to say on the matter. “talk to me about this later, okay?”

In the short lull in conversation that this remark afforded her, the girl managed to make her way to upright, clinging to Rithrynn’s thumb to retain her precarious balance. Around the room, Night Elves were engaging in the sort of festivities that told her that while not entirely stable, Rithrynn’s hand was probably the safest place to remain for now. 

The one elf that wasn’t involved in a gang or a pair of some sort; Shani; who sat alone in a chair looking deeply aggrieved with the world around her, caught her eye. She was also wearing a black cloak and –

“BLAARGH!”

“Arghhhhhh!”

Kathlin watched, spellbound, as a small, tiny, shrieking human covered in mucus flew out of Shani’s mouth. Landing on her lap, he floundered around in the folds of her cloak as he desperately tried to escape.

[i]“Night Elves….eat…humans?”

“………..”

“Okay, that’s a bit worrying”[/i]

Turning back round to Rithrynn, Kathlin suddenly realised she was far closer to her mouth and sharp white teeth than she could perhaps have wished for as she gestured over at Shani, wordlessly asking her to make sense of the situation. “…what is she doing?”