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Surrounded by solemn travelers, Peony walked behind and to the left of Anson Hornblower. Her dark green and brown plaid dress had dried nicely from the night before and kept out the morning chill. Her thick curly hair was in a neat braid down her back, and bare feet dragged sleepily down the road. The lass let go an enormous yawn and hitched up her pack. She thought about singing a walking song to wake herself up, but the dreary faces about her changed her mind. Sighing softly, she tightened the grip on her walking stick and moved on.

By mid-afternoon they were still walking in silence and Peony kept looking questioningly at the back of Anson, waiting for him to call a halt.

He didn’t.

Sighing, the lass pulled out an apple and began to eat. The sound of her biting into her apple seemed to reverberate off the backs of the rangers and elves she followed and thunder back behind her. Knowing that she was probably the only one who thought that, she continued to eat. When she finished, she tossed the core to the side. She was, of course, still hungry, but eating another apple, or using up some of her other food was out of the question for now.

The Sun moved slowly across the sky and the travelers still didn’t speak. Shrugging her shoulders she fell back to stand next to one of the elves who didn’t have a horse. Her name, she had gathered, was Luin. The elf hadn’t said a single thing that Peony could put her finger on, and didn’t even know if she could speak. However, even though she didn’t know any elves, Peony decided that all elves could probably talk. Mustering up her best social courage she looked up at the tall elf and smiled warmly.

“Hallo. My name is Peony Fields." In any other meeting she would have offered her hand, but walking would make hand shaking awkward.


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OOC: I’m assuming that everyone except for Luin and us 3 hobbits are walking?