Spritely Confusion

(Dialogue)

"What does the elemental mean?!"

The young sprite paused and fidgeted with her necklace.

"One day,all the stories are of forlorn loneliness and harsh winds blowing through the land..."

She continued with her hands exaggerating the wind,

"...then by the next moon,they are full of calm and lake ladies."

As the sprite's face squashed her father tutted,"No faces,use words."

"Well,I don't trust him.

That's all."

He spoke gently,"The elemental is

a creature of moods. One prone to making up his mind as he sees fit."

The sprite raised an eyebrow.

"It doesn't suit me."

"It doesn't have to suit you,that's not how it works. I will say I wouldn't trust him either."

"Not yet."

"Has he done any harm?"

"Intentionally no,but as I said he is moody. It is best to form opinions of elementals slowly and carefully."

The sprite sighed,"Fine."

"I'll still listen to his tales."

"That's good."

She sighed again and went to leave.

"Elementals are so...elemental."