Aw..poor girl."
"What do you think pa is think of this?"
"I know, we can't have a stranger in the farm but she's a hopeless one.."
"You gonna persuade pa?"
"I hope I can..."
"I'll go prepare some foods for us."
Requis exists the room and went to the kitchen. He'd grab a knife and open the top rack to get some onions. He began chopping them before getting a pot and start boiling water.
"Ma! How's she doing?"
"She's blinded, a dislocated leg, bruise and probably have been starving for 3 days... I ain't worry more about your pa disliking the idea of having a stranger in the farm. I'm 'fraid of the idea taking care of an elf."
"I know ma.. Not to mention pa's a vet..."
Another time passes by and there Requis was cutting weeds and there he saw an old man riding a carriage approaching the farm. There he knew it's his father but he couldn't raise an suspiciousion. He'd decide to go to the farm entrance to greet his dad.
"Heya pa, usual time, I see."
"Yeah.... it's really a pain that your aunt at the city kept babbling stuff."
"Hahaha, siblings quarrel as usual too!"
"Mhm... I guess I don't need to shout now.'
"So what did she gave us this time?"
"Some elven imports.. like what elves eat and use."
"Hahaha, I see....."
Requis laughs nervously and tries to hide any suspicion.
"What's for lunch?"
"Rabbit stew."
His father chuckled and pat him on his shoulders.
"C'mon, let's get this goods to the house, I'm dying to eat today's lunch!"
"Hahaha!
They both carried crates to the house before preparing the table.
"Requis.."
"Yeah pa?"
"When did you and your ma saw that elf?"
"Huh?"
Requis dropped a plate when preparing the table, baffled and utterly shocked by his father's question.
"W-what are you talking about pa?"
His father sigh and walk up to the room, Requis tried to persuade his father but stubbornness gets his father. As his father was Infront of the door and about to open it, he stopped was frozen when he hears Fleur talking.
"I told you, I can't stay here around any longer. I--"
"Miss Gisirie?"
The elf was startled and look at the direction she heard the old man's voice.
"How do you know me!? Identify yourself firya!"
The old man sighed and chuckled before approaching Fleur.
"It's been 53 years now miss Gisirie..."
"Huh?"
He'd sat down the bed and held her hand.
"I am Sir Winsley Von Thorne... It's an honor to meet you again. Miss Gisirie."
"Win....heh. I see you lived well."