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Lumiel · 03-04-2004, 07:33 PM

In her time with Fungrim, short though it had been, all traces of the willful orphan Indy seemed to have disappeared. She nearly glowed, smiling always and finding new things to learn everyday. She had clothes on her back, a roof over her head, food, and a friend.

She sat at a table with Fungrim, nibbling at some bread and cheese for lunch. At first, Fungrim had seemed somewhat distant and uncomfortable with her, but he seemed to open up more and more each day. She was proud of the work that she had done with Fungrim, the stonework she had helped with would last for longer than she would in all likelyhood. Fungrim took a gulp from his mug and Indy turned to look at him inquisitively.

"Fungrim, do you have a family?" she asked with a half-mouthful of bread.

"What?" asked Fungrim. Her words had been partially garbled, but there still seemed to be something else to his question.

Indy swallowed and spoke again. "Do you have a family? You know, a mom and dad...brothers and sisters...or were you an orphan like me?" She picked at her bread, her small legs swinging to an unknown and irregular rhythm from her chair, short of touching the floor. She seemed oblivious to the sudden discomfort of the dwarf caused by her question, a question of his past.

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03-04-2004, 07:33 PM	#11
Lumiel Registered User Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: The Land of Mordor (MWUAHAHAHA!...ahem...) Posts: 95	In her time with Fungrim, short though it had been, all traces of the willful orphan Indy seemed to have disappeared. She nearly glowed, smiling always and finding new things to learn everyday. She had clothes on her back, a roof over her head, food, and a friend. She sat at a table with Fungrim, nibbling at some bread and cheese for lunch. At first, Fungrim had seemed somewhat distant and uncomfortable with her, but he seemed to open up more and more each day. She was proud of the work that she had done with Fungrim, the stonework she had helped with would last for longer than she would in all likelyhood. Fungrim took a gulp from his mug and Indy turned to look at him inquisitively. "Fungrim, do you have a family?" she asked with a half-mouthful of bread. "What?" asked Fungrim. Her words had been partially garbled, but there still seemed to be something else to his question. Indy swallowed and spoke again. "Do you have a family? You know, a mom and dad...brothers and sisters...or were you an orphan like me?" She picked at her bread, her small legs swinging to an unknown and irregular rhythm from her chair, short of touching the floor. She seemed oblivious to the sudden discomfort of the dwarf caused by her question, a question of his past.