Moridel half-smiled contentedly, leaning back amongst the gnarled roots of an old mulberry tree (ooc: Hi Birdie!). She opened her satchel and tossed a cloth-wrapped loaf and hunk of cheese towards the campfire circle. While waiting for Bethberry to return, Moridel toasted a bit of cheese on a stick over the fire, and had just popped it into her mouth when Bethberry began to wonder about skinning the badger.
"Here... let me help," Moridel offered, drawing an enamelled knife from one boot and scrambling over. She deftly cut out the musk gland, and tossed it over her shoulder into the woods. She quickly proceeded to skin the rest of the badger, and cut it into pieces for use in the stew.
"A successful hunt indeed, and not, I think, all by chance," she said to Bethberry, while skinning. "You seem to know the ways of the forest well. Tell me, from whence came your training? For I know of none from the Old Forest save yourself and Iarwain, and I have never known him to take on apprentices. Yet your forest-craft is much like his: in nature you both see the joy of the present, rather than the light of the past or the shadow of the future. I think we all could learn much from that, myself not least."
Moridel gazed at the merry Bethberry steadily, yet it was not a piercing gaze. Rather, after the manner of the Elves, she seemed to be looking straight through her, exchanging without words the thoughts of the heart.
ooc: Birdie, if you like, you can enter as the mulberry tree [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]
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