[S] From anger to...

Fields ! Nofing looked around her. She was angry. She had walked in order to calm herself but it seems that she had walked in the wrong way. She hated the nature. It was so ... elfic ! She hated the elves too. And she hated that man.

"I hate him !"

She had scream with rage. She gave some kicks to the fields with her big military shoes. Her little tartan miniskirt was showing her long white legs. She was still screaming the same words in the air unaware to the rest of the world around her.

Fields! The Father liked them. It was a Lord's creation, so that was beautiful and glorious. And the fields gave food for so many good people... No, Alarin never hated the nature.

The scream that he heard, during his walk, stopped his thinks. The Archbishop of Hometown jump in the airs and arrived next the elf who was screaming. His voice was very calm...

"What's the matter, my daughter?"

He put his hand on the girl's shoulder. She was beautiful and he felt not the smell of the Evil. So, he could help her.

The elf turn back to see who was the one who stopped her rage. She looked right into his eyes.

"I'm not your daugther, man !"

Her face was very suspicious. Her mind too. She didn't give an single kilo of confidence to the men who call her 'her daughter'. She didn't like the last one who made that. She felt his hand on her shoulder. She turned her head to the hand and took it between two fingers with black nails and pull it up from her top.

"I doubt you could something to a man who stole me, coulnd't you ?"

In her classic fierce attitude, she looked right back to the man.

Nofing was stunned by that man. She looked at him as if he was a complete fool. Well, that was not so surprising in a way. Sins, sinners, angels... All that seemed logical. But it was a little too quick for her.

"Well... That was a big guy. Blue eyes, full white beard and strange clothes too. Red with white at the end and a red hat with a white pompom at the end. I was walking in the street, he attacked me and run away strangely laughing."

The girl was so surprised that she answered without thinking. The angel in front of her acted as a knight. That was really unusual for the gothic elf, she didn't answer to all his questions.

Nofing made a step back and lifted an arm between her and him. Her eternal smile was still on her lips but it was a little strange. A big gust of wind made that she didn't hear all correctly.

"Archbishop ?"

There was a little fear in her voice. She had a doubt but politeness goes first.

"My first name is Nofing. Err... Archbishop is the name of the grocery store, isn't it ?"

Her allergy to the chlorophyll made her very suspicious toward everybody who had been recently in contact with vegetable.

Her smile was now back to normal : a little conptemtuous. She put her hands on her waist and asks :

"Help ? Well, you know, I'm not sure I need help. Except if you're charitable enought to offer me another tea snack. That man stole it to me. It was almond croissant ! My favourite !"

She turned her head to her right and murmured :

"I hate that man !" And then talk back to normal "You said you'll make your men kick that 'Ho ! Ho! Ho!' man in the ass ?"

She walked to the archbishop and hold his sleeve, making him stop :

"Shall you make me assist to his defeat ? Oh, please !"

The face she made at that moment was the one of the begging god's sheep. But who knew that Nofing wasn't exactly a sheep ?

[Argh! I've lost my answer just before the end...]

An almond croissant? Why not? Alarin hated sinners and according him people who invented "Santa Claus" and all this commercial celebrations were a kind of sinners.

"Of course. Come with me, we'll buy another croissant. Maybe two. I've to taste that, I think."

He saw she was speaking about her hatred. If the wrath was a sin, hatred was good. That was the feeling that allowed a long fight with the evil people.

"That's possible, my daughter. But be calm. There are a lot of pseudo-Santa Claus in Hometown at this season of the year. I'll ask my brothers to search your thief."

The Father started to walk again, with his little smile. His hands in his back, he asked :

"What's your job, Nofing?"

Usually, Nofing had the habit to change suddenly the subject which was sometime something disconcerting for the people. But at that moment, the priest had given to her an excellent excuse to act like that. She couldn't have answered at all his questions on time. So she run a little on his side and began to answer at the questions in the order they came into her mind.

"You seems to have a lot of brothers, are from a big familly ? Have you got some sisters by the way ? And you know that man wasn't Santa Claus ! Your parents never told you ? Santa Claus has a lot of presents and a sledge with reindeers. That man hadn't anything of that ! And Santa Claus came in winter too. Do you know we're in July ? And that's incredible you never had tasted an almond croissant before ! What have you done in your life ?"

Of course, and that was one of her games, she didn't answered to the last question. She liked to make the other wait.