Elves live for hundreds of years untouched by age. Kerry was no different. What was different was her growing reslessness.
She started playing little games with herself. Little challenges. First she would see if she could swipe something in a bussy place without being noticed. Then she would try to follow someone without being seen. Later she would try and pick a lock, sneak into the Constable's house and swich his elfwine with burbon. She had always been lucky. And that enboldened her to take bigger and bigger risks.
She enjoyed the risk. And today she was going to try something new. Jest after midnight she was going to sneak down to the town square wearing her favorite translucent petle weave ensemble. And chain herself to the beams over the town well. She figured she could strugle for a while, have a little fun, and then pick the lock before the town rose at daybreak. Well... that was the plan anyway...
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