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Bêthberry · 07-24-2002, 02:51 PM

Too much tea and too much pie! Bethberry couldn't sleep, but kept rolling over from one side to the other. Finally, she rose and opened the shutter of her window a crack, to let in some fresh air. Perhaps that would help rid her of her indigestion.

She heard a muffled cry from somewhere below, but couldn't see anyone out the window. Shortly, she heard footsteps in the hall. Not loud, noticeable footsteps, but faint, small ones, as if someone were trying not to be heard. That worried Bethberry.

Wrapping a large shawl around her, she crept to her door, listened, and swung it open suddenly, running out and jumping on a figure in a dark blanket.

Get off, you olf, threatened Holly, as she was tackled by the larger woman. She started pommelling her attacker fiercely with her fists.

Whoa, wait, I surrender, declared Bethberry, recognizing the voice and breaking out into hearty laughter while letting the hobbit capture her with the blanket before she lay still.

Only then Bethberry could make out a faint and fainter, "Neek-breek, neek-breek." She stared up at Holly inquisitively.

(OOC: You never said you actually reached and entered your room. *grins conspiratorially*)

[ July 24, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

07-24-2002, 02:51 PM	#29
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	Too much tea and too much pie! Bethberry couldn't sleep, but kept rolling over from one side to the other. Finally, she rose and opened the shutter of her window a crack, to let in some fresh air. Perhaps that would help rid her of her indigestion. She heard a muffled cry from somewhere below, but couldn't see anyone out the window. Shortly, she heard footsteps in the hall. Not loud, noticeable footsteps, but faint, small ones, as if someone were trying not to be heard. That worried Bethberry. Wrapping a large shawl around her, she crept to her door, listened, and swung it open suddenly, running out and jumping on a figure in a dark blanket. Get off, you olf, threatened Holly, as she was tackled by the larger woman. She started pommelling her attacker fiercely with her fists. Whoa, wait, I surrender, declared Bethberry, recognizing the voice and breaking out into hearty laughter while letting the hobbit capture her with the blanket before she lay still. Only then Bethberry could make out a faint and fainter, "Neek-breek, neek-breek." She stared up at Holly inquisitively. (OOC: You never said you actually reached and entered your room. grins conspiratorially) [ July 24, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ] __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.