(0.C.C. - Birdie curtseys to Gandalf. Very kind of you not to mention to Arcon the fact that Birdie was trying her best to run away from you "crazy folk"! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] )
Birdie finished her breakfast of mushrooms and coffee, washed up her plate and cup and stowed them in her pack.
Knowing better than to disturb Holly while she was sketching (one didn't even ask to see the results, she would show - or not - as the mood took her), Birdie wandered over to Periwinkle, cutting off a teasel head as she walked, and set about currying the good pony.
"Well, Peri, old friend. And how has life on the road been treating you? Nothing like a life of travel to keep a pony fit, I see."
She gestured with her make-shift curry comb to the tall newcomer speaking with Gandalf. "Now there's a fit visitor for the likes of wizards. What did he say his name was, Peri? - 'Acorn', was it?" Birdie chuckled at her own joke, and continued to brush the contented pony. "Well, it's not for the likes of us to say "come" or "go" to an Elf-Lord. Just hope him and his great elf-steed don't splash us walkers with muck as they pass."
Birdie hummed an old tune under her breath as she worked, remembering a time when young girls would sigh and dream at the sight of the fair Elf Folk:
"An outlandish knight came from the Westlands;
And he came wooing to me;
He said he would take me to foreign lands
And he would marry me."
"Go fetch me some of your father's gold,
And some of your mother's fee,
And two of the best nags from out of the stable,
Where there stand thirty and three."
"She mounted upon her milkwhite steed,
And he on his dapple grey;
They rode till they came unto the seaside,
Three hours before it was day."
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