Sun Mote Copse The Hunting of the Snark

Concluding round - last one from me, I will archive it at the weekend.

Planning games was one thing, it was entirely a different thing to see them carried out and learn from them. Wraen did not push Pox away from the task he had immersed himself in so vigorously. Maybe there truly was a bone that she was unaware of and the young Blackthorn had found a jolly extra. She let him have his fun, though she kept a watchful eye and ear open to the place, where the boy was working. 

Nellie on the other hand had found her way to the intended treasure spot, had begun to dig and she was glad to see Elfie there as well. The latter was first to extract something from the clutches of sand and he scurried off with it. He would be fine. She, on the other hand, saw that everyone was a winner in her game and were safely delivered back to rendevouz's site.