"And then?" General Llewellyn asked. "How did you shake off the pursuit?"
I pointed a finger at the map spread out on the expedition table. My finger hovered over a spot I'd designated as Rally Point Echo.
"The Millennium Hawks were lying in wait here to harass the enemies and allow our escape," I answered.
"Impressive that they didn't need their commander with them," Llewellyn noted. "I assume Sheridan hadn't disembarked your desert gliders until they'd reached the safety of our front lines?"
"You assume correctly, General," I said smiling. "His number two managed fine."
I picked up the ceramic teacup before me and lifted it to my lips, but I took the time to smell the tea which I was told was the proper way to do it.
"This isn't elf-tea," I noted.
"No, it's not," Llewellyn answered as she took a sip of tea herself. "It's Pine Needle Chai made from the leaves on my own hair…"
