Peony laughed to herself. "I've always been the wandering type. My father would travel the lands and sometimes I could talk him into taking me with him, which is how I met Deva. I was bound for Bree when I left Minas Tirith, but once I got there I didn't want my little adventure to end, so I keep walking."
She checked around another moment. "I hate the idea of being bored, which my mother says in a curse and I need to keep my feet on the ground. But I just can't do that." Again she checked for Deva.
"I believe my counterpart has gotten us a room and most likely fallen asleep. Oh well, he needs the rest."
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"Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." - Mark Twain
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