Tamlin and Jera watched a bizarre scene unfold: the white demon, the biggest either had yet seen, sat and plucked a flower, and placed it in his mouth, the petals sticking out.  He said something, low and rumbling, and then the much smaller demon with him began to laugh.  At least, the elves suspected it was laughter.  What else could it be...?<br/><br/>This was not something Tamlin had expected to see.  This seemed gentle, almost, and even if he didn't understand the demon tongue, the tone had felt very unlike what he'd heard in the Council chamber.  Of course, Ranuk hadn't spoken then.  Neither of them had.<br/><br/>It felt like a private moment, that perhaps the elves should just leave and go elsewhere, let the demons alone, but Jera's appetite had a different idea.  The servant thoughtlessly took another bite of his apple, and the crisp<i>crunch</i>was enough to make Tamlin cast a quick glare.  Damn his stomach.<br/><br/>There was no way the demons wouldn't have heard it, so loud in the muted atmosphere, and when or if they turned, they would see two grey faces staring at them from the shade of the biggest apple tree, dappled by sun under the leaves and still as deer in a glade.<br/><br/>Then Jera, unable to shut his mouth for longer than five minutes, spoke up with a tentative 'Hello' that made Tamlin want to disappear into the earth.