Eyes sparkling, Bethberry moved as if ready to provide an answer to this second riddle, but she quickly caught herself. She realized that Gandalf was making a serious stand about the nature of fair contests and that her mirthful instincts were out of place. 'Tis best not to meddle in the affairs of wizards, she said to herself as she settled back to enjoy the warm sun. Soon enough she would have to return to finish her herbal preparations; she should take what relaxation she could.
(OOC: Thanks, Gandalf, for posting that for me. We're connected once again, but I have to return to my paint stripping now.)
[ September 04, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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