I've been distracted lately by an original world I'm creating, but I wanted to write something about Pine tonight. So, here's a short scene.

"Pine?"

"Oh, hi, Storm."

"Y'know, I was starting to wonder if you knew I was here."

"You're here? Oh, of course you are."

"Have been for a while."

"That makes sense."

"Does it? How come?"

Star's husband considered that for a moment. "Because you didn't just now appear, I suppose."

"Right." Best not to think about that too hard. "Pine, you know you're a bit odd, right?"

"Me?"

"We're the only ones here."

The tall elf looked around, bewildered. "We are? Oh, you're right."

"Which is because we're waiting for the Kinn-lai to come this way to tell them about the all-tribe meeting in the fall... you know that, right?"

"I think so?"

Storm looked at him blankly. "You did know that?"

"Yes," said Pine, not seeming sure.

"Uh-huh. Anyway, yes, you."

"What? Oh, right. Am I odd?"

"A bit."

"Star used to say that," he mused.

"Really? I was afraid to bring it up."

"Yeah, she did."

"Huh. Do you agree?"

"Do I seem odd to me?" he wondered.

"I don't think I can answer that one for you."

"Hum."

Storm waited a few moments. "This is a glove," he said, holding one up.

"It is," Pine agreed.

Storm had been hoping for a less normal response, although perhaps Pine's lack of confusion as to why this was being remarked on should count.

Hmm...

After a few minutes of silence (during which Pine gazed into the distance), he held up the glove again. "I have a glove."

Pine blinked at it. "Where did you get that?"

"I showed it to you a few minutes ago, remember?"

"Is that where? Okay."

"Sometimes I worry about you."

"Star still says that."

"To a lot of elves, in fact."

"Yeah."