Night covered them quicker it seemed than natural. The air was tense for many a reason they could not yet fathom.
As they sat in a small and efficient clearing, Collette pulled back her tangling and wild curls with a small band of faded and rather ugly ribbon (stolen, but was likely not to be missed).
Faye was chewing on another one of her seemingly endless supply of muffins. Collette mused for a moment a vision of Faye at home, pulling clothes out of her pack to make more room for her provision.
She laughed and pushed her bangs from her eyes, and rolled up to sleep, ignoring the forboding feeling that stirred the air cold.
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A Hobbit of Bywater
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