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A plot-less story fragment involving a dark elf, some wagons, and a crazed chicken.

She was awoken by the squawking of a frenzied chicken.
Before this rather odd awakening, she had been surrounded by fuzzy softness. Somewhere near her, a vaguely audible conversation had been taking place, and she had been aware of a fire being started and then crackling lazily, but that wasn’t enough to wake her. Neither was the fact that her nose was very cold. Her mind and body had been occupying that blissful place between being asleep and being awake where one is just conscious enough to know that they are very comfortable.
Slowly, her eyes opened.
Before her was green tall grass. A few feet beyond was a wagon. A large wooden one, plain and sturdy, the kind suited for traveling. It was obviously very early in the morning, and she could hear something sizzling from behind her. A slight breeze caused the grass to rustle, and it was then that she noticed some wind chimes hanging above the wagon’s door. A sudden gust flattened the grass and revealed to her the expanse of the green meadow, stretching to the horizon.
“Where am I?” she thought. “And was that a chicken?”
As though to deliberately prove her sanity, the bird in question let out a series of obnoxious clucking sounds and the beating of wings could be heard.
“Elsie- No! Get away from the fire!” A mildly masculine voice cried out from behind her. There was further ruckus from the chicken, and after the sounds of a slight struggle the noise dulled to a quiet series of clucks… and a purr?
“Aww… I’m sorry, girl. Did I pull a feather? Did I po’ a little feathoh fwom yoo? It’s okay, I’ll be more careful. Oh yes I wiw. ” He continued his crooning as the chicken settled down completely, clucking contentedly on occasion.
The girl remained still, her brow furrowing in puzzlement over the utter lack of sanity.
A door opened, from behind her. It slammed and she could hear heavy boots trampling the grass.
“Good morning, Winriss!” the man exclaimed happily.
There was a grumble, punctuated by a few profanities.
“Winriss! Not in front of Elsie! She’s very sensitive to that kind of thing!” The chicken squawked in agreement.
There was a sigh, followed by what was presumably the sound of Winriss sitting down and many blades of grass being flattened.
“What was all that noise about earlier? It woke up Omo and he decided to kick me. ”
“Where?” Said the first voice, with an amused tone.
“You have a sick mind, elf.”
“Mwe-heh-heh.”
There was more profanity from Winriss, and a semi-polite request to know just what had set Elsie off.
“I accidentally plucked a feather from her, poor little birdie.”
“That would explain the blood…”
“Huh? Oh, I’m bleeding!” the elf exclaimed, noticing a gash on his arm.
His chipper attitude drew even more good-natured profanities from Winriss, and the observation that there was some bacon cooking and that it smelled very good.
Here, the girl realized she had two choices: To either continue lying completely still, with a very cold nose, or sit up and greet the two strangers. She decided it would be wisest to wait, as she had no idea how one greets a chicken loving elf and a polite but foul mouthed man.
There was another, prolonged breeze, and the chimes above the wagon door began to ring. She was suddenly aware of how incredibly comfortable she was, and once again she found her consciousness dulling.

She was jerked violently back to reality by the opening and slamming of a door, and loud stomping of feet.
“Good morning, Kagi!” Said the elf.
“You… you woke me up. You and your damned chicken.” This voice was clearly female, the girl was glad to observe, but it was in an angry tone. It was the controlled kind of anger which spontaneously bursts into a fit of rage.
“How long was I sleeping?” Confused, she noted that it wasn’t much lighter, and that she must have merely drifted off for a few minutes. She considered flipping onto her other side so she could see what all was happening.
“Elsie and I…”
“I am going to kill that damned bird!” The woman shouted.
“There’s no need to be viole- please don’t hurt me!”
In the pandemonium which ensued, the girl could hear the chicken and elf squawking, the woman screaming angrily, and the foul mouthed man… being foul mouthed. She chose to take advantage of the chaos by flipping onto her other side. It was then she discovered that she had been quite thoroughly wrapped in a collection of fur blankets. Luckily, the group had moved somewhere into the distance. Their cries were muffled as she, with great difficulty, turned her body and the blankets.
The first thing she saw was the fire, a couple of feet away. It was a very modest thing, with very slight flames. On the other side of the fire was a large cushion, and on it was a single red feather. A tattered green blanket poured over onto the ground on one side. Next to the cushion, and just before the fire, was a pan. Her vision was slightly limited due to the arrangement of the thick blanket she had over her head, but she could see the bottom half of two wagons beyond the cushion. One was almost fully in her view, looking much like the one she had seen behind her. The other one was to her left, and was covered in brilliant colors in intricate and seemingly abstract patterns.
From the sounds of it, the calamity had ceased.
“I’m going back to sleep.” Said Kagi, and the girl heard her walking away, a door opening and then slamming shut. She wished that they were in her range of view.
“That woman scares me.” Said Winriss. “She just seems so small… and harmless, then she gets angry....”
“And she tries to strangle the chicken.” Commented the elf. “The bacon!”
Suddenly, a dark elf sprung into her view. He crouched before the fire and grabbed the pan, then moved it over the fire. He fell back on to the cushion and contentedly cooked his bacon. The girl was amazed at how he could do anything with so much hair in his face. She wondered briefly why he couldn’t cut it off or wear it in a ponytail. Then Winriss hunched down next to the elf, and she was fairly surprised.
Winriss was about the size she had imagined he would be- rather large- but he was certainly not the human she had envisioned. He had a feline face, something like a tiger’s, complete with the appropriate ears. He also had fur, which was rather hard for the girl to comprehend.
She realized that she was very, very tired.