Genre: general
Rating: G
"Not a treasure," Eruannor said, staring at the flute in Lindir's hand.
"A treasure is not always gold or gems, Nana Ana said," the older Elfling countered, glaring. "See if others' are like mine."
Eruannor did.
"Why a letter?" he asked Erestor, who explained that it had been a missive from his former liege to a foreign lord whom he also loved dearly.
"Why that bottle of sand?" And Dila sadly said that it was from a beach near where she had grown up, now lost to her forever.
Eruannor was lost. His father's teachings had been proven wrong easily.
Note: For a reference to Erestor's letter, please read my story Brother Mine.