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Firefoot · 06-01-2005, 12:36 PM

Willy hurried out of the schoolroom and across the Common Room probably a little faster than would be considered polite. Frankly, though, he didn't care, being more concerned about getting away. He was not watching where he was going, however, and as he raced through the door he nearly ran straight into an elderly hobbit lady coming through the door. He did trip on her cane, landing on the path with an "Oof," his chalk and slate landing a little ways away. His marbles, too, had somehow come free of his pocket and were lying scattered about the grass.

Unharmed, he stood up and noticed the hobbit glaring at him. "S-sorry, ma'am," he said, and knelt to pick up his things. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that she did not go in immediately but stood watching him in irritation. Willy tried to pay her no mind as he went about trying to find his marbles. He had found most of them when he realized that he had knocked the cane from its owner's hand. He picked that up, too, and handed it to her. "Here you go, ma'am." With that, he fled, not bothering with the few remaining marbles. He wondered why all old gammers couldn't be like his - this lady sure wasn't. He hadn't intended on going home just yet, but head home he did. Maybe he could find Nick and be off again before his ma noticed.

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"Hmph," muttered Thistle as she continued into the inn. "Lads these days have no manners whatsoever. No doubt he just came fresh from that... school here. I'd like to know what they're teaching 'em these days - obviously not manners."

With her current irritation at the inconsiderateness of hobbit lads, her eye was drawn to a fairly young hobbit lass sitting alone at a table. Thistle thumped her way across the room to Peony.

"You look lonely. Hmph. A lass as pretty as you shouldn't have any troubles finding company, excepting the thoughtlessness of the lads around here. I tell you, when I was a girl the lads were so much nicer. Would you like some company, lass? Or I could find you some. Some of them folk around here could use a talking to."

06-01-2005, 12:36 PM	#1950
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	Willy hurried out of the schoolroom and across the Common Room probably a little faster than would be considered polite. Frankly, though, he didn't care, being more concerned about getting away. He was not watching where he was going, however, and as he raced through the door he nearly ran straight into an elderly hobbit lady coming through the door. He did trip on her cane, landing on the path with an "Oof," his chalk and slate landing a little ways away. His marbles, too, had somehow come free of his pocket and were lying scattered about the grass. Unharmed, he stood up and noticed the hobbit glaring at him. "S-sorry, ma'am," he said, and knelt to pick up his things. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that she did not go in immediately but stood watching him in irritation. Willy tried to pay her no mind as he went about trying to find his marbles. He had found most of them when he realized that he had knocked the cane from its owner's hand. He picked that up, too, and handed it to her. "Here you go, ma'am." With that, he fled, not bothering with the few remaining marbles. He wondered why all old gammers couldn't be like his - this lady sure wasn't. He hadn't intended on going home just yet, but head home he did. Maybe he could find Nick and be off again before his ma noticed. ~~~~ "Hmph," muttered Thistle as she continued into the inn. "Lads these days have no manners whatsoever. No doubt he just came fresh from that... school* here. I'd like to know what they're teaching 'em these days - obviously not manners." With her current irritation at the inconsiderateness of hobbit lads, her eye was drawn to a fairly young hobbit lass sitting alone at a table. Thistle thumped her way across the room to Peony. "You look lonely. Hmph. A lass as pretty as you shouldn't have any troubles finding company, excepting the thoughtlessness of the lads around here. I tell you, when I was a girl the lads were so much nicer. Would you like some company, lass? Or I could find you some. Some of them folk around here could use a talking to."