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Bêthberry · 08-10-2002, 02:19 PM

Bethberry had been walking back from collecting herbs in the forest when she saw the shell game suddenly break apart after Gandalf's one, small movement with his wizard's staff, the Ranger standing nearby with a look of concern and interest. Bird shot off into the forest, crying and belittling those of nobility as if they knew no want, followed shortly by Holly, who, to Bethberry's amazement, had stolen a wineskin from one of the spectators and ground into the earth the beautiful flowers which Gandalf had produced for Bird. Bethberry approached the two calmly and not unkindly but with disappointment.

You must indeed be in dire need yourself, Bird, to take the few spare earnings of those who are themselves not wealthy. I saw no rich men nor prominent hobbits in that crowd, only struggling hobbits and those who dedicate themselves to a stern self-discipline. Would you have a chip on your shoulder, to think that rangers and wizards live in a lap of luxury, or that false pretenses can be justified by entertaining those who are gulled? And Holly, your loyalty for your friend is admirable, but how do you know that the wineskin which you helped yourself to is not meant to help an equally needy family?

Bethberry took a seat near Bird and Holly and, opening her leather sac, brought out some white bread and a small pot of honey.

I'm hungry. Will you join me in a small snack?

[ August 10, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

08-10-2002, 02:19 PM	#328
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	Bethberry had been walking back from collecting herbs in the forest when she saw the shell game suddenly break apart after Gandalf's one, small movement with his wizard's staff, the Ranger standing nearby with a look of concern and interest. Bird shot off into the forest, crying and belittling those of nobility as if they knew no want, followed shortly by Holly, who, to Bethberry's amazement, had stolen a wineskin from one of the spectators and ground into the earth the beautiful flowers which Gandalf had produced for Bird. Bethberry approached the two calmly and not unkindly but with disappointment. You must indeed be in dire need yourself, Bird, to take the few spare earnings of those who are themselves not wealthy. I saw no rich men nor prominent hobbits in that crowd, only struggling hobbits and those who dedicate themselves to a stern self-discipline. Would you have a chip on your shoulder, to think that rangers and wizards live in a lap of luxury, or that false pretenses can be justified by entertaining those who are gulled? And Holly, your loyalty for your friend is admirable, but how do you know that the wineskin which you helped yourself to is not meant to help an equally needy family? Bethberry took a seat near Bird and Holly and, opening her leather sac, brought out some white bread and a small pot of honey. I'm hungry. Will you join me in a small snack? [ August 10, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ] __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.