Birdie had slept late, and though uncomfortable dreams of battles and mad hobbits had flitted through her head, none were retained in the morning light. She was feeling rather chipper, (and hungry). She stretched her wings above her head, gave a mouth cracking yawn, and looked around the campsite to see if breakfast was still being served.
Holly was hovering over pen and paper, as always, but she had Olo and Poppy crouched beside her as well, as if they were attending to a lesson. Bird flew down and perched on Holly shoulder, but she was only drawing Elven letters over and over, and the others were copying her. As she leaned farther over for a better look, Holly gave her a perfunctory shove for breaking her concentration. So Bird moved on.
Bethberry and Andreth seemed to be cleaning up the breakfast things, which didn't look good. But Bird knew if she pleaded with the good woman, she would probably scrounge up a bannock or to to tide Birdie over until later. Since she didn't want to get wrangled into helping to clean up as well, she moved on.
Suddenly the plunging of a horse drew the skinchanger's attention, and her mood took a sour turn. There was Aislen ducking away from the great charger while its owner stood by with a satisfied smirk on his face. "What is he still doing here?" she muttered to herself in annoyance.
Bird flitted down to a near-by sapling as the Elf lord continued to groom his steed. Giving him a beady glare from a jackdaw eye, she said, "Sun's getting high, and you must have a long journey back to wherever you came from. Isn't it about time you packed up and got out of here?" The Elf whirled to face the bird in the tree with a glare, and Birdie gave him an equally withering glare in return.
"You are going, aren't you?"
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