"Cat?"
Emilia was startled, the kind of cat described here she had only encountered once in her brief fifty-something years:
"How did you... yes, he had a cat."
The Old Elf nodded, her face showing no expression that Emilia could decipher:
"This leaf inscribed with knowledge will soon be delivered to you through the pages of the poem manuscript. Pass it to the one who needs it. Also, focus on what you should do in Moon Bay, and if you need help, just write back."
"I understand, but Nanny, your previous question..."
Emilia hesitated, and the Old Elf shook her head, gently reminding:
"Do not tell anyone about our conversation tonight, not even that person. Little Emilia, do you remember what the leaves told us?"
The Sharp-eared Elf Girl nodded quickly, it was somewhat like a clan motto:
"The wind carries stories of the past, the leaves inscribe the patterns of history."
