<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Dark_Elf_Elora_Songwind_1.jpg)</div><br/><em>Skritch, skritch, skirtch.</em><br/><br/>One dark bronze hand, petite, deft, and long fingered, worked over the endless stream of documents with a snow white quill.  The other, alternated between thumbing through parchments and massaging her temples.<br/><br/><em>Skritch, skritch, skirtch.</em><br/><br/>They were beginning to out and out throb.  Worse, finger’s that could cast spells and swing swords for hours were threatening to cramp.<br/><br/>Elora smiled up at the maid who’d almost managed to sneak in on her, so distracted was she, and gave a tired but genuine smile.  “Oh, thank you Kash’lyn.  That tea smells heavenly.”  She cleared off a space for it.  “Do you have time to sit for a minute or two?”  She really needed an excuse to relax, and she’d never had issues socializing with ‘the help’.  “I’m not sure how much he normally had to deal with on a given day.  This is still backed up for over a month!”  The elf girl’s arms danced into the air and she sighed as she stretched.<br/>