him of waves lapping at the shore.
Inside Tanis's house in the trees, Flint collapsed dejectedly into the bent-willow rocker Tanis had placed near the cold hearth just for him. He held his shaggy head in his hands. 'I don't know where to begin…'
'You could start by introducing us,' Tasslehoff sang. Without waiting, he propped his hoopak up in a corner and thrust his delicate hand forward. 'Tasslehoff Burr-foot, at your service.' The woman looked at his hand as if unsure what to do, then clasped it awkwardly.
Just then Tanis came forward with four glasses and a dusty bottle of mulled ale he had been saving. He smiled at the woman and said, 'Tanis Half-Elven.'
She regarded his fine facial features, the slightly slanted eyes, and the suggestion of a tip to the ears beneath his thick reddish brown hair. 'I thought you looked too rugged to be full elf, yet too beautiful to be human…' she mused.
It was Tanis's turn to blush. 'All we know is your given name from Flint,' he said hastily. 'Selana, isn't it?' He offered her one of the glasses. She extended a slim, almost translucent hand to accept it, which shook slightly as Tanis poured the pale-colored ale into the vessel.
'Yes, I am called Selana.' She took a hasty gulp of the ale, coughing as she swallowed. Tasslehoff clapped her on the back. 'I thought it was water,' she gasped.
'Water?' The kender slapped his knee as he laughed. 'Why, only an ogre would drink water that looked like swamp juice.'
'Tasslehoff.' Tanis spoke the warning low in his throat after he saw Selana's flustered expression. She took another slow swallow of the ale. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she did not cough again. Chin set determinedly, she addressed Flint in the rocker.
'Flint Fireforge, I am here for my bracelet. I am not such a fool that I can't see something is amiss. Were you unable to make it? Perhaps you will tell me now.'
Flint shook his head. 'No, I made it, all right, and a beautiful bracelet it was-is,' he corrected himself hastily, rubbing his face in distress as he tried to think of the best way to explain the situation.
Tasslehoff dropped to the floor to sit cross-legged at her booted feet. 'Look, this whole thing is my fault. Well, not entirely my fault. It was just a silly bit of strange fortune that the bracelet found its way onto my wrist in the first place. Of course I knew how much the bracelet meant to Flint, after he got so mad when he lost it the first time, that I knew he'd be furious and frantic when he discovered he'd been careless enough to lose it a second time.'
'That's enough!' Flint roared at the kender. 'I don't need your brand of help.' The dwarf proceeded to piece together the events of the last several days, from the crafting of the bracelet, through its 'pocketing' by Tasslehoff, to the robbery of the tinker's wagon.
'We were on our way to find this thieving bard and get your bracelet back, when we, uh, met you outside. I'm as sorry as I've ever been about anything,' said Flint, hanging his head. 'And even though I'd like to throttle this kender,' the dwarf said through gritted teeth, his eyes narrow as slits, 'this whole blasted mess is still my responsibility. I'd gladly return your money if I could, but I've already spent it on supplies,' he admitted sheepishly.
'I don't want the money,' the young woman said. 'It's the bracelet I need, and I insist that you retrieve it immediately.'
Her imperious tone made Flint flush further in embarrassment, but it only annoyed the half-elf. 'Certainly the bracelet should not have been mislaid,' Tanis said stiffly, 'but it wouldn't hurt you to show some patience and understanding. Flint told you he was trying to get it back.'
'You know, Flint, I've been thinking,' the kender interjected. 'It's a good thing I came along when I did. Reorx alone knows who could have picked it up from where you'd carelessly left it, if I hadn't taken steps to keep it safe.'
'Carelessly left it?' Flint barked, jumping to his feet. 'That bracelet was safely in my display box! And you weren't taking steps to do anything but steal it, you thieving little-'
'— thief!' Tas cried indignantly, his fists clenched as he faced off against the sputtering dwarf. 'I am sick to death of taking the blame for other people's carelessness. Listen, you old-ouch, Tanis!' Tasslehoff glared at the half-elf, who had wedged himself between them and was pinching the muscle on the kender's right shoulder.
'Stop it, both of you,' Tanis admonished them. 'This isn't helping us find the bracelet.' He turned to the pale woman, who had been silently appalled during the exchange, her face now a study in vexation. 'If it's the bracelet you want, why can't Flint just make another?'
'You don't understand!' Selana cried, stamping her booted foot petulantly. 'Even if there were time for that, the special components were the only ones of their kind. You have no idea what I went through to get them.' A sob escaped her at the memory.
'Why don't you tell us?' Tanis insisted. Her reaction confirmed his growing suspicion that there was more at stake here than a missing bracelet. 'While you're at it, why don't you tell us why a slip of a girl needs a magical bracelet that divines the future?'
A slender hand flew to her mouth. 'You know?'
Tanis shook his head. 'Until now, we only had the ramblings of a superstitious tinker and Tas's suspicions.'
Angry, her eyes flashed from sea green to storm black. 'What right is it of yours to know? You tricked me!' She raised her hand to strike him.
Almond eyes narrowed, Tanis caught her by the wrist. 'No more than you did when you commissioned Flint to make an 'ordinary' bracelet. You must know how much dwarves distrust magic. What right had you to conceal the bracelet's magical nature from him?'
'I never said it was ordinary,' she retorted. 'I sought a noted craftsman to perform a task for which he was handsomely paid. Do you tell your tailor every occasion for which you might wear the clothing he makes you?'
'That's not the same thing!' Tanis snapped.
It was Flint's turn to step between combatants. Tanis dropped Selana's wrist as Flint glared at him. 'What's gotten into you? Whatever the bracelet is or might have been, it was my responsibility. I shouldn't have let it leave my sight. Now I just have to get it back, no matter what it takes.'
His statement, meant to be reassuring, brought only a cry of alarm from Selana. 'How long will it take?'
Flint looked surprised. 'If this Delbridge fellow headed north, and
'And if you can't find him? Or if he's somehow lost the bracelet? What then?' Her usually low voice was rising in agitation.
'Why is this bracelet so important, Selana?' Tanis asked faintly. 'Who are you that you must cover yourself so?' Although tears glistened in her lovely eyes, narrow with fury, she did not resist as he reached out and loosened the blue-green scarf from her face. It fluttered back and settled in soft folds to her shoulders.
'A sea elf!' Tanis gasped as shimmering silver-white hair sprang about her face in soft waves. He had but heard of the reclusive sea elves, distant cousins to his elven kin in Qualinesti. He'd been told their skin was so translucent as to be blue, yet Selana's was milky-white. Her eyes were perfectly round and very large, unlike the almond shape of land-living elves. Though possessing human form, sea elves lived underwater. Tanis had never heard of one leaving the sea to travel on land.
Unwanted tears pooled in Selana's eyes. Vexed, she brushed them away. 'Yes, I am a Dargonesti elf.' She snatched at the end of her scarf and twisted it anxiously as she began to pace.
Flint forgot about his own shame as fatherly concern grew for the obviously tormented girl. 'Tell us what troubles you so much that you have left the sea?'
Selana stopped to examine the faces of the three in the small room, then sighed in resignation. 'Forgive me, but I am not used to trusting strangers. Actually, I've led a sheltered life and have met very few.'
She held her chin up high. 'In the Dargonesti language, my name would sound like little more than unpronounceable squeaks to you. In your tongue, my name is Selana of the Reefs Where Sea Fronds Dance and Eels Dart, Shark Chaser, Moonbeam Laughter.' She paused but received only puzzled looks. 'Princess Selana Sonluanaau. My father was Solunatuaau, the Speaker of the Moons.'
She gave them time to gasp in astonishment before continuing. 'I say
