She nodded, looking up at him. “Of course. We have the Solstices and the New Year and the Eclipses... stuff like that. Elves rarely miss a chance to celebrate.”
She laughed a little, looking down at her hands. “Finneas is the one directly after me. He’s 56 and a really good cook. Then there’s Rosalind, who is 36. She’s pretty silly and spends most of her time reading. Miller is 24 and he’s really, really shy, and Sage is the youngest. She’s only 12.”
“I like it,” she said easily. “It’s a simple life, but I don’t know if I’m clever enough for a complex life, you know?” She hesitated, and he would get the distinct impression that there was more she wanted to say, but she was holding back. “It’s good. It’s reliable.”
She squinted at him, frowning a little. “It’s a good life,” she repeated, crossing her arms. “I’m happy to have the life I have.”
She sighed quietly, a small shrug sweeping over her shoulders as she avoided his gaze in embarrassment. “Well, I mean... I took over when my dad died, and that’s fine! Really, I don’t dislike it. But... I don’t know. It wasn’t in my plans.”
