[Child of the 7th Age]

Ah, Elves, who could fathom their ways? Fishing, fishing........ How very strange? Cami could think of a number of things that might bring her great joy, but fishing was not on that list. Indeed, she'd eaten enough fish in the last six months to last her till the end of time. Cami wondered where Pio was really going, and what she intended to do.

And what would Mithadan say if he returned to the ship, and Piosenniel had not come back? She was relieved to hear that the Elf had mentioned her trip to her husband, and had casually indicated she might be gone a bit longer. But what if a bit longer turned into a lot longer? Somehow, the Man might not be so relaxed.

In any case, Mith had been overly protective as far as Pio was concerned. Who could fault anyone for going off for a bit on her own, whether it was for fishing or some other adventure? Surely Pio knew enough not to put herself or the Star in danger. The Elf had taken care of herself for several thousand years, and only once had she gotten into serious trouble. Cami wanted Pio to eat and sleep properly, but how she used her time awake was her own business.

But men were like that, even the very best of them, especially if they tended to be moody and solemn as Mithadan surely was. Cami knew she worried more than many hobbits who were totally carefree in their approach to life, but she was certainly not as bad as the Man! She'd spend her time fretting about Daisy and Bird who had gone into a truly dangerous situation, and let Pio fend for herself in the trials of everyday life.

[ October 06, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]