Poppy finally settled back down on the ground, finally accepting that she would not be allowed to stand, however much she protested. She had seen Menelduliniel’s face start to look a little tenser as Poppy continued her protests, and Gandalf had glanced at her, clearly telling her to be a more peaceful patient.
She observed a strange woman, Bird, appear. A few of the others appeared to know her, but to Poppy she was a stranger, an angry stranger at that. Poppy couldn’t help but suppress a slight giggle as the woman continued to talk, obviously not best pleased. Poppy’s face returned to seriousness as the woman looked around, seemingly a little worried.
Poppy wondered at the mention of the arrow. Was a battle brewing? She sincerely hoped not, for they were still only near the beginning of their journey, and hardly in a position to fight.
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