“Can you get me a drink! You know your moneys no good with me Miss Benia!”
Gilly’s fears quickly subsided as she saw the familiarity of gesture and glance. Perhaps the face was broadened by age, but the young girl had grown into a woman possessing the strength and elegance of those who carry a their troubles in silence. It was good to see her again, and under less pressing circumstances.
The hobbit reminded herself, caution would be wise. She had noticed a man look at Benia and quickly depart. It was likely nothing but served as reminder. The war was long since won but those seduced by the power of corruption still remained, and a dwindling number of refugees. Taking the tattooed hand in hers Gilly guided Benia to a table facing the door.
“I don’t expect you’d have eaten yet?”
“No. No not yet.” Benia replied.
We’ll soon fix that now won’t we? Make your self comfortable and just give me a minute.” The hobbit said as she went to see about some food.
[ May 20, 2003: Message edited by: Hilde Bracegirdle ]
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