"Oh, I see that look in your eyes," Cherreka pointed at Arabella's face, "I am a little over six hundred years old,"
Arabella's breath hitched in her throat as her eyebrows rose up. That expression spoke enough on her behalf. No words were needed.
"I know, I know. Shocking!" the old lady put her hands up, feigning surprise, "But, yes," she sighed, "Living to this age is quite difficult, if I am allowed a moment to complain. There are many things that I used to but am no longer able to do," her eyes fell to the rocky ground beneath them.
Once again, Arabella said nothing and allowed her teary eyes to study Cherreka's figure more intently.
Her crumpled features did give away her old age, but not nearly enough to indicate six hundred years had gone by since her birth.
"Make yourself comfortable then," Cherreka's voice cut Arabella's train of thought short, "Food will be served. I do hope you like meat. We eat a lot of that around here,"
