[Elora]

Uien dutifully kept her post, pencil threaded between her fingers. Nuinyulma found herself joined at her table and Uien looked away, not wishing to stare further. It was true, she did understand. Uien gazed at the wooden grain of the counter top as she mused further.

Nuinyulma had her reasons and truth be told Uien could not blame her. Afterall, who would wish to venture into the Wilds with someone like Uien? Uien had known the task before her had been a challenging one and all she could hope was that Falowik was having better sucess than her. Uien sighed, the weight of his absence heavy on her shoulders and within her. Shine for him she would, and had been trying to do so since he left, but it was not easy without his voice to listen to and his face to gaze upon.

Setting down the pencil, Uien looked up and across the room. Aman was walking with an axe, Dwarvish Uien recognised with a start. An axe! A faint shudder for the work of axes skittered up and down her spine. Derufin was speaking with a dark haired woman, carefully watched. Uien knew the smile that Buttercup wore. Something was afoot. Her lips faintly curved upwards in her own smile.

In all this bustle, Uien found that what she needed was time to gather her thoughts. Perhaps she take in the twilight this evening, she thought, perhaps she find a shape in a piece of wood to set free. That soothed her a little and her eyes cleared. Yes, the twilight and carving would do the trick and she'd have little time to indulge in such things once on the road.