Collette rolled her eyes and made a noise of dissent as she turned away from Faye's look of estranged infatuation that was making her sick.
She had finally lost her friend to 'hero'-worship.
Trotting up in the rear she remained alone grimacing up at the storm that was rolling in. It began to rain, Dampananing their spirits as well as their cloaks and clothing.
They rode all day and late into the night even, a chilly evening Collette thought bitterly at their luck, as Radae tried desperatley to light a fire, but the heavy water drops continued to dampen it, leaving them with nothing but a putrid smoke smell that hung about the camp.
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A Hobbit of Bywater
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