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Ani'ca stares in shock at Lheora Yhanni.
"I warned you," Lheora says smugly. "It's not as though your people worship them anyway."
"I know but, there are thousands of beings worshipping Gods that don't really exist, it's so... so..."
"Rather humourous, once you get used to the idea," interjects Lheora Yhanni, Ani'ca gapes at her in shock.
"close your mouth, Anni," she suggests. "You look like a fish."
"You know I hate that nickname!"
"Got your attention though, didn't I?" she remarks triumphantly.
"Believe me you already had my attention!"
"Yes, and Galeorhin had my attention when he told me."
"Until you fainted," replies Ani'ca with a smirk.
"You can hardly blame me for that!"
"No, I suppose not, you were only 130."
"Practically a child."
"As opposed to now, you're what?... about 200?"
"170," she corrects absently.
"30 years is a long time to mourn someone."
"Not for an Elf," she snaps, "and I'm not mourning!"
"But, I mean, we assumed..."
"Of course you did, just because Elves don't lie doesn't mean they don't mislead!" replies Lheora angrily.
"I am sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," says Ani'ca carefully.
"Then stop talking to me like I'm a hysterical child."
"Well stop acting like one!" retorts Ani'ca.
"I'm not," protests Lheora Yhanni.
"You're clearly upset though."
"I'm going for a walk" snaps Lheora Yhanni, standing up abruptly, "I'll return later, when I'm less 'hysterical'."
Before Ani'ca can protest, Lheora Yhanni stands up and walks back across the rocks.
"Good one, Ani'ca," mutters the Dhija maid as she dives back into the water. She knows Lheora will not return for several hours at least.