#maevra

Maedhra’s eyes opened, and the first thing she saw was Evra’s face.  She let out a little horrified gasp, not because she disliked Evra’s face - which was, all things considered, very cute - but because Maedhra was supposed to be guarding the new arrival, not sleeping.  In her bed.  Maedhra shivered as she rolled off the bed and onto her feet, then sat back in her chair, feeling terrible about herself.  She was supposed to be guarding, not snuggling!  The siblings needed someone to watch over them, not someone to share their bed, or at least that was what Maedhra had heard.  Rumors of the small family’s tumultuous arrival with her siblings had raged through the camp like wildfire, and if even half of them were true, the elves needed all of the undisturbed rest they could get.  

Maedhra straightened her shoulders, setting her mouth in a determined line as she resumed her night-time watch.  The Keeper had thought it best to post a guard while Evra and her siblings recovered, both so that their healing wasn’t interrupted by curious clan members and so the elves felt safe while the ordeal was still fresh in their minds.  Maedhra had volunteered for the post because she agreed wholeheartedly with the Keeper; no one in the camp should feel unsafe, no matter what they had gone through.