Annalaliath was sitting in the common room as Morwyn walked in. Her eyes felt puffy and dry, and she was very glum. She was resting her chin on her folded arm as she drew with the other. The drawing was nothing really , just the lines and marks that she made when she was not thinking. The gif of laughter was not doing anything that was cheerful this morning. She was angry and wanted everyone to know it. She was angry at herself, at the stranger that had stumbled upon her and Morwyn and finally at the creator for creating her. She wondered why he would do such a thing, why he would allow her to be so "weird" as other called it. She was pondering these things when Morwyn came into the room.
Nahi had all but disappeared and Annalaliath wondered where she had gone. How her and Celecu were doing. If they were even still in the Shire. A funny thought passed her buzzing and clumsy brain, maybe they went to find a magistrate, or what ever you would can them here. Someone to marry them. She pounded the paper with her pin leaving wholes and ink spots where she had done so.
“Why am I acting like this,” she wondered out loud.
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Bloody Stumps!!!
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