Ayla listened with rapt attention to the cook’s history. She found it both interesting and magical in its own way. She found it difficult to imagine what it was like to have a dream and work towards achieving it without exceptionally large hurdles in the path. 

The elf collected the plate as part of the pantomime and considered the remnant crumbs thoughtfully. Then she smiled and slid the dish to the basin for proper washing and continued drying the already rinsed ones. 

When the topic of the Captain arose, Ayla became pensive. Her limited understanding of the man in charge of the ship leaned toward him being a just and fair individual. This notion gave her hope that her safety was further secure aboard The Silver Wing.

“The captain seems a kind man,” Ayla suggested, waiting to be corrected or to have her supposition endorsed. “From what I have seen thus far, his crew appears happy and comfortable under his leadership.”

As Sabrina concluded her tale and fell into a bit of quiet contemplation, Ayla took the torch and lauded the tale with proper commendations. 

“That is a very storybook story,” she commented. “Thank you for sharing.” After a moment’s pause, she added, “I hope to have one such narrative myself.”