Written on the occasion of Kiana's 11th birthday.
“Shhhhhh! Wait here Kiana. Remember the signal?”
The petite girl nodded, pulling her pipes from a pocket. She scrunched down just outside the pantry door.
“Yes Leg’las…” she grumbled, “go! Before they find us.”
Girls! he thought, slipping inside the dark niche.
The Elfling followed his nose, seeking the object of their mission – berry tarts, fresh made and set aside for dinner. As he tucked two into his pocket, the pipes trilled a warning.
He slipped out quickly, and grabbed his co-conspirator’s arm. As they ran, he carefully divided the spoils. Joined in mischief the two ate.