More shortness!
-The Author
Outside the Lady Eowyn's door sat an odd sight: a very little maid, wearing a dress fit for a little girl, rather than a grown-up servant, and the other was tall and wide, with palms like dinner plates. Her face was sun-beaten and cheery. The maid, of course, was cheery also, but her mouth was currently set in a frown as she filed her nails.
"Do you think," said Ana, "That someone ought to have chaperoned them?"
"No," said Brenna, "I trust them."
Ana nodded.
"I wouldn't trust you with that pageboy, though," said Brenna.
"Why not?" Ana demanded. "He's my friend."
Brenna laughed a little and muttered something about "foolish girls." Ana laughed a little and smacked her with her unfiled hand. As this was her dominant hand, it might have hurt; but Brenna laughed.
"You won't be 'friends' much longer if that brother of hers has his way," said Brenna.
"We ought to scare him off," said Ana.
"How?"
Ana smiled mischievously.
"Why," she said, "With the stable boy, of course."