Still, it was nice to be accepted, and everyone was being much friendlier now.John made a kite from thin cotton which he had rubbed lamb fat into. It ...aught the wind pretty well, but there wasn't much twine available for string. The children loved the kite, and John set them to making string, and soon enough with everyone rolling plant stalks in their hands till they were raw, and twining the fibers till their fingers were sore, he had enough string to fly the kite fifty feet in the air. That. I myself was not as confident as I had grown to be out there.It started with the challenge what to wear, a traditional Nilfeheim dress with braids or my warrior leathers that no longer really fit my new body.Elena, never shy around me came into my chambers giggled and laughed and then presented me with a beautiful warriors outfit made of the softest black Nubhir leather, styled both very feminine and yet very practical and with a cape that bore the Olafson wolfs head.It still was a much-subdued. She marvelled at how different this evening was to her normal fun and games when she was in control.She felt the vibrations through her fingers; John was humming, expressing his pleasure at the tasty treat. He sucked them clean and opened his mouth as if to say, "More please." Margaret moved her hand along Marilyn's leg and waited her turn for access to the source of the sweet nectar.She took more notice this time, the bare surfaces feeling strange in contrast to her own more familiar, and more. It was then that he saw the photograph. It was a black and white enlarged photo in a frame amidst the pictures of alpine scenery and the Chamois horns hanging on the wooden walls of the hostel. He had left the girl staring out of the frame less than an hour before up on the ridge. In excitement he walked over to the picture. It was her! That lovely smile and those twinkling eyes were unmistakeable. She must live up here in the mountains at least in the summer and be well known to the people.