#wow hedge that’s a lot of sketch lines

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Next Caller Pt 21

Popping up out of his hastily parked car Frerin stood resting his arms on top of the hood with a worried expression on his face. “I am so sorry. It’s not that far but there was some wicked traffic. Lost track of time listening to the show. You should really give us a warning next time, Bunny got abducted? Seriously?”

In a giggle you replied stepping closer to the car, “I did warn Balin about Holm.”

He shook his head climbing back in as you opened the door to do the same, inside he rumbled back, “You said wait till Holm comes back, nothing about the abduction.”

“Why would I spoil the story?” You replied with a smirk earning a playful glare from him.

“True. No doubt Thorin’s tried to weasel details out of you.”

“Surprisingly no. Mal has. Has he always been after the mysteries of the world? He’s certainly been after mine.”

Frerin smirked shifting gears, “Depends on the mystery. You are intriguing to say the least.” One last glance your way and he said, “Off to the post office.”

“Hopefully they’ll be able to get it there reasonably soon without wanting my leg for it.”

“If you need some cash-,”

You shook your head, “Just a preference. Got paid Saturday I have the funds for it.”

“Lindon shouldn’t be that expensive. Even to overnight.”

“I don’t need it over nighted. Might end up just paying for it any ways just to surprise them. Rarely get to send stuff their way.”

“I am certain they will love it. If you don’t mind my asking, you get paid from the hotel or the radio show?”

“Hotel, haven’t gotten a monthly check from the show yet.”

“How much do they pay you at the hotel?”

“I make a respectable 18 an hour, just under 4k a month post taxes. Four lovely gold coins to pocket.”

“Not bad.”

“Yes, and don’t you go telling them to give me more.”

Lowly he chuckled and replied, “I promise. How about the radio show?”

“Why?”

“You don’t have to tell me.”

With a sigh you said, “When the show started the old owner gave me a raise to 5k a week.”

“A week?! Wow. The new owners uphold that?”

“They gave me an even bigger raise.”

Pulling into the lot he parked and shifted to look at you asking with a curious smirk, “How much bigger? Between us.”

Rolling your eyes you said, “35k a month.”

Lowly he laughed and smiled at you saying, “I’ll come in with you. I am glad you are getting decent pay finally up to your level.”

“If the show lasts a year I could pay off the house and then some.” Deepening his smirk and making him pat your hand resting on the armrest between you, “But I think even if the show does get cut for some reason looks like Gorgo’s deal for the Bunny book could be up soon. Always offers that could pop up around that.”

His hand retracted as you opened your door and climbed out signaling him to do the same and say under his hair blown into his face as you held your own, “I highly doubt they would ever cut the show. What reason could they have?”

You shrugged saying, “I’ve worked on tv shows before and they got cut for no reason and they were top in the market. Just happens sometimes. Never know.”

At your side he strolled with you keeping a hand on your side at the first hint of your sliding from the heavy winds. And through the door you joined the few people waiting in line for the shipping office. Looking through the display boxes you chose a bubble wrapped set of bags and brought out a pen from your satchel to fill out the address sheets. One for Cirdan’s journals and the other for your mother and sisters to go with the shirt for Cirdan to fill the bag complete with letters and pictures you had printed out for them. Fully sealed and assembled by the time you got to the front of the line you flashed a grin to the Dwarf who moved to the monitor at the Hobbit sized section of counter.

“Hi,”

With a chuckle he replied, “Hello. Enjoying your morning?”

“Oh ya, lucky I got my anchoring buddy or I’d blow away.” Making him chuckle again.

“Supposed to be blustery all week. Should stop before the Garden Furtwist festival.”

“Yup.”

“For regular shipping it will be 25 and for overnight it’ll be 21 or a copper coin.”

Your brows furrowed a moment, “How is overnight cheaper?”

“Got a deal going.”

You nodded and said, “Overnight guess.” From your coin purse in your bag you pulled out a copper coin and set it into his palm that he added to the till and passed off the packages to the teen in the back who flashed you both a grin.

A receipt was handed your way and he said, “Enjoy your day and stay safe out there little Lass.”

“Thank you, same to you, big sir.” Your response making him chuckle and watch you and Frerin slip past a couple entering behind you huffing in their recovery from the winds.

With a hand on your back again he readied himself to take both of your weight, not that you were anything close to heavy thanks to your Elf side but he wanted to make sure you weren’t caught off guard. The heavy door swung in at your slight tug and flattening on your back his hand guided you back to his car while you held to your hair and bag until he had you back on the car and hurried around to climb in himself. Once inside his head turned to you at your pitifully muffled giggle and with his hair half flipped up he asked, “You’re not laughing at my hair, are you?”

Shaking your head he smirked at your facing the window away from him still curling your fingers in front of your mouth losing the battle to keep from laughing. Lowly he muttered, “Good. Didn’t think so.” Backing out of his spot to make the three minute trip to the tea shop.

All the while he kept glancing your way holding his smirk in raking his fingers through his hair to lay it back again. Every light of so he would catch your own fingers in their process of tying your hair into a lazy braid over your shoulder you tied off with the band on your wrist. Once parked he hopped out and hurried around to help you out and around the car in the essential funnel of wind increasing the struggle of opening the back door again he finally opened and hurried you through to jump in himself and mutter a curse at the door that slammed right behind him hitting his elbow in the process. The sound had the Durins already inside turn at the sound only to see his helping to straighten your flannel that slid off one of your shoulders as you pulled your braid from around your neck where the wind had whipped it.

The sight might have been amusing but with a heated stare Thorin’s eyes landed directly just above your cleavage where his token lit up as you passed under a lantern. When your eyes landed on him however he forced a grin and stepped back to focus on the customer at the counter who had finally made up their mind while you adjusted your tank top over your bra again straightening it. Past Balin you strolled at Frerin’s next pat on your back, “I’ll order your drink, just pick your seat.”

You nodded and exhaled sharply to calm the lingering nerves from the harsh winds as Balin said, “Quite a day.”

“Yes it is. Hell of a wind.”

Dwalin however joined you for your walk to your usual tall table saying, “That, and the fact that Bunny got abducted.” To yourself you giggled setting your bag on the table in your hop up onto the seat amusing Frerin in his glance over at your chosen perch. Dwalin’s arms crossed on the counter, “Bunny make it out ok?”

Smirking at his rumbled question you replied, “Don’t know, we’ll have to wait and see. Won’t we?”

At that he groaned and you giggled again in his pull back to the counter to help Thorin, waiting until his cousin could comment on the trinket before he was traditionally allowed to bring it up. Into your bag you reached pulling out your journal with your decoration sketches along with the latest pair of magazines you started to flip through.

At the counter Frerin sighed leaning on the counter saying, “My usual and her surprise. That wind, you really should get those hedges it really just funnels through there. How did you even get in?”

Balin chuckled saying, “Front door.”

Dwalin, “We’ll look into it. Wind slow you down?”

Frerin, “Stopped at the post office. She wanted to mail off her family gifts.” Over his shoulder he spotted more people entering to escape the wind and made his way to the table smirking as he walked around to sit by you noticing what you were looking at. In a low rumbling purr he asked, “See anything you like?” Reaching over he pulled the journal closer to flip through until he saw the tables Thorin had mentioned.

“This one seemed better in the adds. It’s all modern style. It’s all the same stuff in different colors.” You said closing it to set aside and look in the second you eyed the front page then flipped through and set aside with a huff, “And this one’s all floral prints. I may be old but I’m not up there enough for a gran’s cottage theme.”

Lowly he chuckled hen turned the book asking, “These your next purchase?”

“Not sure yet.”

“Well, I haven’t bought you anything yet.” Your brow inched up and he smirked, “So if you wanted, I could buy them for you.”

“That desk alone is two grand.”

With a smirk he said, “I have a suggestion about your table dilemma. Why don’t you slip me the details on what you want, I’ll buy them,” Your lips part and he lifts a finger, “And you can be very cross with me for having done so as my own housewarming gift.” Your eyes narrowed at him and he hummed, “You could just, leave the details in the open, how could you know I would be so stealthy.”

“You and your brother are incorrigible you know.”

“Oh come on, I hardly ever get to shop. It’s my day off, let me shop for you.” Rolling your eyes you took the book back and flipped to a page on the back for that room you tapped next to three items then looked to the floral magazine again. Grinning to himself he took out his phone pointing to the three items he snapped a picture of the item numbers, website to order from and color code you wanted before easing the page back to a sketch of a room and slid the book back like he hadn’t done anything at all making you shake your head. Tapping his finger on the page he said, “Our Gran has that table.”

“I rest my case.” You said turning the page before saying, “That window setting looks kinda nice. Wouldn’t work with mine though.” Turning the page again you said, “Ooh, nice lamp.”

Making him smirk as you drew a star with your pen by it. “It is nice.”

Thorin came up and eyed the magazine saying, “More inspiration?”

You looked up flashing him a grin and pulled out your phone to snap a picture of your drink, “Ya, though it’s more your Gran’s style than mine. Other one is more modern. Might work for your place.”

“We don’t need furniture,” he rumbled back then eyed your necklace saying, “I’m glad you like it, the necklace.”

“Thank you, yes. It’s really gorgeous. Nice and simple too, never got used to too much dangling and things to get caught in my hair when I sleep.”

Making him smirk, “Well I couldn’t let you leave empty handed for yourself.” Into his pocket he reached and brought out a supply of fish style key chains on a loop he passed to you making your lips part, “I didn’t forget. One of each kind you don’t have yet.”

“So adorable. Thank you. Kept thinking of what Findis might use,” Making the pair smirk as you started to ramble inspecting the set. “And I thought back to this one we had on the show I used to voice for its a prancing lion but when you clap it roars,” their brows inched up, “So when you lose your keys you can find them,” making the pair chuckle, “But then you can’t take it to golfing or plays or things like that.”

Thorin rumbled back, “I’ll pass the note on. They’re always looking for more ideas.”

Your hand swatted the air, “Oh don’t worry about it’s just a passing thing.”

Frerin said, “Well I’m telling them. If they make one I want one for myself too adorable to pass up.”

“They’re gonna think I’m over stepping.”

They both replied, “No they won’t.”

Dwalin called out, “Only way to overstep is to keep those brilliant ideas to yourself. That’s a mighty pretty necklace you got there.”

Softly you chuckled to yourself and replied, “Thank you. Thorin hid it in my suitcase.”

Thorin, “How else was I supposed to gift it to you without you saying I didn’t have to?”

Frerin, “Which he did.”

Dwalin nodded and you glanced between the pair unable to not notice the stray strips of hair coming loose from Thorin’s bun. Mal had said hair was off limits but watching the hair inch closer and closer to his nose you just wanted to reach out and tug him into the edge of your chair so you could fix his hair. The consequences weren’t disclosed and of course now like a giant red button you were alone with in an empty room his hair was the most tempting part on him. At least for a moment until his arms and chest flexed tightening his shirt at your lingering stare, at his opinion, into his eyes triggering a spreading blush across his cheeks from his pinking ears.

A sip on your drink gave Dwalin the chance to ask, “Big plans today? Past rehearsing for tomorrow I mean?”

“Don’t really rehearse, I don’t know. Watch something animated I suppose while sketching something for a possible ad for the Bunny book. Ecthellion was saying they were possibly going to run one for testing how big the market would be. Not sure if that meant they wanted us to come up with one or not. All the same a few sketches couldn’t hurt.”

Dwalin, “Well you certainly can sketch. No doubt Gorgo would love to see more art on the show and book.”

Frerin’s lips twisted into a smirk and he lowly rumbled, “Perhaps you could settle a dispute. “I think you voice Bunny, while Thorin believes you voice the Countess, Dwalin is torn for Adrianna. Which one of us is right? Because I can’t imagine you being able to pull off one of the Dwarves.”

That made you smirk at him challengingly spreading a smirk on Thorin’s lips he raised his mug to try and mask as you said, “That is just absurd. Can’t believe you would doubt I could pull off a convincing Dwarf voice.”

Dwalin, “I didn’t say that! He said that I said that!” Pointing to Frerin as you took a sip of your own.

Frerin rolled his eyes, “Sure I did. I don’t doubt you could pull her off, I just think with how the show is it would be easiest for you to hold a Hobbit accent.”

“I could understand that reasoning at least. Though all the same, I’m not going to tell you. More fun that way.”

Frerin and Dwalin groaned then asked, “For who?”

Thorin grinned humming out, “I see you’ve found a new mystery.”

You shook your head, “Not a new one.” Again your eyes locked and in the joint sip his adoring gaze deepened.

In lowering your mug you asked, “Busy plans for you all? Perhaps trying to unfold some mysteries of your own?”

Dwalin, “Well Bilbo and I are off to shopping. Frodo got into the jam last night, have to restock.”

“If you ever want homegrown you’re free to my supply if you like.” The offer was timid but the sentimental grin on his face was grateful for the gesture.

Frerin smirked, “I’m doing some shopping myself,” looking you and his brother over, the latter who was still staring at you adoringly while you stole another glance at the open page again in the magazine.

Glancing up at Dwalin you asked, “Was it hard filling your house with Bilbo?”

Dwalin chuckled and shook his head, “You have no idea. Still have three rooms empty.”

“Why haven’t they all shopped for you then?”

Dwalin chuckled again and Frerin said, “Because it’s part of their courtship to work all that out.”

Dwalin said, “We’re deadlocked between the lamp to put in our living room. One he wants heats up something awful and my choice, well it’s heavy as a water buffalo. Not a danger to Frodo mind, however, still deterrent enough for Bilbo.”

“You can’t just get both and put-,”

He pointed at you, “Ah, see, we’ve compromised like that on two couches, a desk and a chaise. Where did you get your dining room table, Bilbo keeps mentioning yours after I told him about it.”

Onto a blank page you wrote the info and tore it out for him, “They have more than a few designs to choose from he might like. A lot of them more complicated than the one I chose.”

Dwalin shook his head, “Sometimes simple is best. He especially loves the creeping vine supports when it grows.”

Thorin looked to Frerin at his claiming your journal again while you turned the page in your magazine, “What are you shopping for?”

Frerin’s eyes darted from his brother to you and back again, “Nothing in particular.”

“I highly doubt you could make it from New Years to Yule with a present and not boast about it.”

Dwalin nearly snorted to keep from laughing and replied, “We could make it. Near to bursting with ample hints in between.”

Frerin smirked wider saying, “Only builds anticipation.”

“So what happens if you anticipate a flat screen but get one of those wobbling dolls instead?”

Dwalin, “Ah, but you don’t give hints to what it is, just how they would take it.”

“Hmm, I suppose I’d have to see it for myself to understand fully.”

Dwalin chuckled, “Yes, you will.”

Another side table was given a star for consideration while Dwalin and Thorin got pulled into their work modes again before you stopped on a patio set of furniture. Turning your head to Frerin he grinned at the sudden gaze his way curious for what you had to say, “I haven’t even looked at my back yard yet.”

“I’m certain if Gloin didn’t show you the yard there isn’t much to show.”

“What if I need a mower? What am I going to do with a yard? I already have the greenhouse.”

A text to Glorfindel was fired off, “Any idea what they might want for the ad?”

Not a few moments later he replied, “I sent them a copy of an old sketch you made of the Countess lighting her pipe. Hope you don’t mind, they did love it.”

“No, I don’t mind at all. I’m glad they did.”

“Ecthellion is already planning on possible merchandise with her image for the station too. Stickers could be managed easily and quickly enough.”

“I do like stickers.”

Frerin smirked saying, “If it’s anything like Dwalin’s it shouldn’t be too troublesome. Good news?”

His eyes shifted to your phone and you nodded, “Glorfindel and Ecthellion sent Gorgo a sketch of the Countess I’d showed them a while back and they’re going to look into getting them on stickers for the station.”

“Ooh, do let us know when you get those in.”

“No doubt the Durins would be getting their own collection.”

“Darn right. We’re all so proud of our distant kin, both by blood and imagination.”

Smirking again you lifted your cup and finished it off only to see Thorin coming over with a refill for you both. News of the stickers rippled around and in the dying of the winds you took that as a sign to head home with a smaller chance of being blown away. Soft goodbyes were traded and out you went to be helped back through the door Frerin held open for you before stepping out himself. Holding the circle of key chains you watched the town shift wondering what would be in this mysterious yard of yours. Again you were parked in your driveway and climbing over your fence you led the way to your front door with him after you curiously wondering why you had fallen silent.

Unlocking the door you turned looking up at him asking, “What’s that face for?” Once inside you closed the door and hung up your bag adding the ring of key chains to a hook by your puffer fish one making him smirk.

He shook his head, “Just curious what’s behind your silence.”

Inhaling you shook your head saying, “Just hoping it doesn’t have more blackberry bushes.” Making him chuckle to himself.

“Let’s go and see, shall we?”

You nodded and wet your lips turning to start the walk through the house spreading his grin seeing a couple more touches you had added to the rooms he had seen in checking chimneys and those he hadn’t. Through the back door you unlocked and opened the breeze seemed to be more managed here and from a short path of arches coated in vines and bluebells creeping up over it parting your lips. Passing that you drew in a breath closing your lips at the tall multicolored flowering bushes lining against the stone wall marking off your yard. Past the wild tufts of colorful flowers you eyed an arch coated with more past a white statue of Yavanna. Down a winding path you eyed all the flowers saying, “Ok, lot of flowers…” This half being the smaller portion behind your greenhouse with a larger half unseen.

Smirking behind you he said, “Not too bad. Left to be wild few years thought it might be worse.”

“Wonder where the path goes.” You said looking up wondering where the woven branches hanging overhead were coming from. Suddenly there was a break from flowers to green and trees rounding a corner, “Huh,” with your head tilting you eyed the stone steps leading up to another stone wall with an arch through it from the house each plot held to split uses of the land. Eyeing the uneven steps you said, “These need some love,” reaching out in your first step to plant a hand on the tree whose roots were moving the steps.

Frerin’s hand eased around your back to help steady you following you up the steps, “Not half bad. Wonder if you have a hedge trimmer too?”

“Hedge trimmer?” Above the steps you had moved a bit farther then stopped at the sound of a branch shifting turning your head in a moment of panic as to what it could be.

Lowly Frerin said, “That would be your hedge trimmer.”

Around the trunk of another tree you eyed a brown bear on his hind legs standing well over nine feet tall, “Hello,” you said with a quick wave making him blink his honey colored eyes then look to Frerin and back again.

“Hello, I am Smoky. I tend to the hedges in the property.” He blinked again lowering down to move closer with his head tilting looking you over just under a foot away peering down at your face with his pupils expanding and contracting again. “You are Jaqi Pear, I have been informed of your purchase of the property.” His eyes shifted to Frerin, “I am not aware of you.”

Frerin chuckled replying, “I am Frerin Durin, a friend and guest of Miss Pear.”

Smoky looked to you again stating, “I have been informed of your winged companions, I assure you I would not cause any harm to them. I tend the hedges. I do not require sustenance.”

“Belly did mention a bear.” You muttered then replied to him, “Are you solar powered?”

“Yes. I am self sustaining, should I require maintenance I shall inform you directly.”

“Thank you.”

Turning your gaze to the arch again you asked, “What’s through there?”

“That is the clearing, mainly hedges and clover.”

“Lovely,” you said and he turned to show you through the archway while Frerin was holding back his smirk hearing the fluent Khuzdul accent you had that Thorin could have gotten the hint of you being the Countess from. Clearing was right as the slightly hilly remainder of your strip of land was indeed scattered with hedges lining the outer stone walls and shrubs rounded off throughout the thick clover. “It is lovely, thank you for showing me.”

He nodded and turned, “I shall return to my tending. Clouds show signs of rain before dark.”

“Of course.” You said watching him happily bound off before turning to Frerin softly saying, “I wasn’t expecting a bear. Like an actual, bear like Belly said.”

Lowly he chuckled and said, “Dwalin’s is a giant badger. Absolutely terrified Bilbo on their tour of the place, probably why Gloin left it in the packet. They do take a couple days to switch over property owners in their systems. They are incredibly loyal, great guards as well.”

“At least it’s clover, not grass. I can manage clover. Nice and soft, plushy year round.”

“The flowers aren’t bad either, from what I can see they are low maintenance.”

You nodded saying, “Naneth will be pleased about the statue for Yavanna.” A soft rumble overhead had you turning to the house again, “I guess the mini cave home over behind the greenhouse is his.”

He nodded looking it over, “Does seem so.” Behind himself he closed the door and from the archway you spotted Belly dangling asking, “Was there a bear?”

“Yes, he is,” looking to Frerin you asked, “Is there a word for robot?”

To which he stated for you, “Manmade to trim the hedges.”

You nodded saying, “He won’t hurt you. We have quite the yard.”

Belly nodded, “Yes, I shall inform the others, when the rain clears we shall explore it fully Kuu and I. The herd want wind chimes, we shall scout for locations.”

Off he darted and you whispered, “Ok, I missed that last bit, they want cacti?”

“Wind chimes,”

You nodded, “Way more sense than cacti. Had one once, did not go well. Someone put it on the roof.”

To himself he chuckled and asked, “Are you hungry? I can order in and hang out, maybe borrow a computer to do my shopping?”

“Fine, but I’m buying lunch.” You said guiding him to your bedroom where you removed your shoes and grabbed your laptop then guided him to your living room. By your front door he removed his boots then came to lounge on your couch beside you watching you switch on the laptop with a galaxy homepage. The doorbell however had you handing it over once you had opened the browser, “Since when am I popular?” You muttered on your way to the door making him chuckle to himself. From his pocket he brought out the page from you to find the right website and start adding to his cart. Opening the door however your lips parted, “Mal?”

Stepping back in her walk past you she said, “It’s been so long and I haven’t seen your house yet since you painted.”

Narrowing your eyes at her after closing your front door you said, “I thought you said you were busy today.”

“I am, or was. But that’s part of why I dropped by. So, tour first, I can share after.”

Room by room she shared her praise on your work to the house and you said, “I have a bear in the back yard.”

She paused a moment and said, “Ah, the trimmer, Bilbo has a badger, so cute.”

“He’s ten feet tall. Very sweet, if Frerin hadn’t told me what could have been in the yard I’d have scared my neighbors by screaming at the poor sweet thing.”

Smirking again she asked, “I take it it’s his car outside?”

You nodded, “Drove me home.”

To the living room you led her and she looked to Frerin who grinned up at her, “Mal, joining us for lunch?”

She shook her head, “I have to get back and get BamBam, but I wanted to drop by and ask a favor.”

Sitting down you said, “You need a day off?”

She shook her head then said, “Well you know about the Garden Furtwist Festival?”

You nodded, “It’s this weekend.”

Clapping her hands together she said, “Good, then you know about the guidelines?”

Your eyes narrowed, “I do, but why would I need to?”

“Well I’m going, my parents are flying out for it again, we’ve gone the past few years together since I moved out here. And well, the guys are going to be there and I thought that we could bring you.”

“What, you need a chaperone?”

“Well, no, but you’re off and last couple years you said you had to work but now you’re off so you can go. You’re good at talking people up too, and it’d be fun.”

“You sure you don’t want it to be a family thing?”

“No!”

Frerin teased adding the davenport to the cart after having added your desk and table, “Either she takes you or we’ll pick you up for it.”

Looking between them you sighed, “It’s four days away and all I’ve got is what I wore two centuries ago.”

Mal beamed at you, “That’ll be perfect.”

“You don’t even know what it is.”

She clapped her hands again and pulled out her buzzing phone saying, “I know you, and it’ll be perfect.” Stepping aside she said, “I’ll let myself out, have fun guys,” pausing a moment she asked Frerin, “With your-,”

Smiling at her he said, “I’m shopping.”

She nodded and looked at you, “It’ll be perfect. See you tomorrow! Can’t wait to see what Bunny does next!” Hurrying to the door that a few moments you heard opened then closed again.

Glancing at Frerin you said, “I can’t wait till I’m courting someone then I get to burst in and demand favors of people bordering on entrapment.”

Lowly he chuckled then replied, “Demand all you like now.” Shifting the laptop to bring out his wallet to add in the card info to complete the payment. “If you like you can show me what you got. I’ll have a badger mask and ears. What type of fairy did you go as?”

“There’s an old tale, she’s called Hópilen,”

His lips parted, “The fairy that hatches from an owl egg. With feathered wings. I bet you were spectacular as her.”

“They gave me a ribbon. Granted I was the only one dressed as her, not hard to win with those odds.”

Closing your laptop he switched off he eased off the couch saying, “Alright, where’s the costume?”

Brushing your bangs back you turned making your way to your closet he followed you into. On the hanging rack you showed him the dress you had used, “it’s not too showy, I know she has a silver and gold dress in the story,”

Frerin shook his head, “That is lovely. Incredibly crafted to last this long.”

“My aunt made it for me for a party long ago. Rarely get to wear it. Kind of casual,” letting it go you moved to the hanging sweaters, cardigans and your few shawls you had ending with a feathered one parting his lips as you brought it down for him to see, “Swan feathers, but I didn’t have Kuu at the time. And I have a headdress too,” you said hanging up the feathered cloak again. “I’ll have to go shoe shopping, the dress is a bit long on me. Aside from that I have a couple gold leaf bracelets and some golden glitter I can get for my painted on mask to finish the look.”

“It’s incredible, what type of shoes do you want?”

Pointing at him you said, “No.” Nodding your head to the side you said, “Come on, I’ll call for lunch and put on a film.”

He smirked saying, “I’ll light the fire.” The whole way to your kitchen you mentally wondered just what this event was going to bring. The fairytale Equinox based event where everyone came in costumes. Hobbits as Fairies, Elves as Foxes, small mammals, fish or birds and Dwarves as their own spirit animals.

Pt 22

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