Crystal felt a tap upon her shoulder and glanced down at the hobbit that had asked for a light. She smiled kindly as she took out her taper from the pouch.
"Of course," She replied as she held it out for him. She had never used the taper, but it had come in handy for others that needed. She figured she could sell it one day, but it had been Arty's and she just couldn't force herself to sell it.
Crystal looked into the hobbit's eyes and was surprised to find a familiar glint in them.
"Arty?" Crystal asked lightly, her heart beginning to race. Thoughts of hearing of his death became blurred and a whirlwind of wishings swooped through her mind.
Realizations broke in her mind like a dam that couldn't stop the flood waters from pouring over. Her wishing, her happiness, faded.
"I'm sorry to pressume anything. You reminded me of a man I use to know," Crystal said hurriedly as she glanced back into her cup.
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