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Child of the 7th Age · 03-07-2003, 01:09 PM

Cami sat up in bed and stretched, craning her neck forward so she could peer out the window. Her head was throbbing, and she'd overslept, not too surprising in view of what had happened last night. The sun already stood high in the sky. Half her day must already be gone.

She dressed quickly and slipped out, intending to go down to the kitchen to find something to eat. Before she'd gotten very far, three different folk had run up to her, with garbled stories of how a messenger had come into the Inn just that morning with the dreadful news that Piosenniel's husband had been detained by the Shirriff.

Cami went off at once, madly searching for Bird, to see if she could learn something more. But, before she could make much progress, Prim had pulled her aside, explaining how Hob had ridden hard to the burrow of Amaranthas to convey a message to Pio, since the Elf had been spending her morning there.

"Perhaps, I'd best go too, and try to help." Cami was about to head out the door and go sprinting off in the direction of the Lock-holes, when Prim put a hand on her shoulder to restrain her. "They'll be fine, Miss Cami. And, to be truthful, you've been gone from here a heap o' time. The Shirriffs aren't even likely to know who you are. What Mistress Pio needs is a good word from someone like Mayor Samwise, and I'm sure they're smart enough to get that."

Cami winced at Prim's words, but quickly recognized the truth in them. If she could do nothing to help, she'd best concentrate on those things of her own that needed doing. She went down to the kitchen, and grabbed a cloth sack, stuffing several items of leftover food inside. Then she went back into the supply closet and, after much searching, took out two small bottles containing a vicious-looking black liquid. According to the Proudfoots, long known for their prowess in matters of drinking. this was a closely guarded family recipe that was said to be the best in the Shire for helping a hobbit quickly get over a hangover.

She slung the bag over her shoulder and went running out the door, heading in the direction of Bywater Pool.

[ March 07, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

03-07-2003, 01:09 PM	#127
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	Cami sat up in bed and stretched, craning her neck forward so she could peer out the window. Her head was throbbing, and she'd overslept, not too surprising in view of what had happened last night. The sun already stood high in the sky. Half her day must already be gone. She dressed quickly and slipped out, intending to go down to the kitchen to find something to eat. Before she'd gotten very far, three different folk had run up to her, with garbled stories of how a messenger had come into the Inn just that morning with the dreadful news that Piosenniel's husband had been detained by the Shirriff. Cami went off at once, madly searching for Bird, to see if she could learn something more. But, before she could make much progress, Prim had pulled her aside, explaining how Hob had ridden hard to the burrow of Amaranthas to convey a message to Pio, since the Elf had been spending her morning there. "Perhaps, I'd best go too, and try to help." Cami was about to head out the door and go sprinting off in the direction of the Lock-holes, when Prim put a hand on her shoulder to restrain her. "They'll be fine, Miss Cami. And, to be truthful, you've been gone from here a heap o' time. The Shirriffs aren't even likely to know who you are. What Mistress Pio needs is a good word from someone like Mayor Samwise, and I'm sure they're smart enough to get that." Cami winced at Prim's words, but quickly recognized the truth in them. If she could do nothing to help, she'd best concentrate on those things of her own that needed doing. She went down to the kitchen, and grabbed a cloth sack, stuffing several items of leftover food inside. Then she went back into the supply closet and, after much searching, took out two small bottles containing a vicious-looking black liquid. According to the Proudfoots, long known for their prowess in matters of drinking. this was a closely guarded family recipe that was said to be the best in the Shire for helping a hobbit quickly get over a hangover. She slung the bag over her shoulder and went running out the door, heading in the direction of Bywater Pool. [ March 07, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.