Sawtooth Spire Anarórë

That super-adorable-shrimp of days past had by now grown into a lobster. At almost one year of age Elfie had reached adult size and proportions were mostly right. Tall and leggy, but there was still room for muscle to fill in and for the body to mature. But even with all that there was something about the boy that made him almost endearingly childish and way younger than his actual age. 

"No, not really. I..." Elfie replied to Agana's question, trying to find a good reason, why he had not gone around much (he did not wish to tell her that he had been suffering from headaches during that time, when Mahler's medicine had not been available). "I know, where to hunt. But I have not seen the interesting bits. There have to be such," he finished and wagged his tail. 

"What about you?" he asked, since it was the easiest question to come up with. Elfie spoke with the lady some more and then left.