Anorien: Dec 20
Mellonin drew near, cringing with distaste. "Aeron, after giving such counsel, will you wash his shirt? Raefindan, heed him not. He means mischief. "
Raefindan looked at her, bleary-eyed, and said, "Bud I hab do dose rag."
Ravion laughed in disbelief. Mellonin met Ravion's glance for the first time since he had woken her that morning. Hastily returning her gaze to Raefindan, she stepped toward a shrub. "Like this." Primly closing one nostril at a time, each sharp snort into the shrub was followed by a dainty sniff. Then drawing herself to her full height and inhaling through wide nostrils, she looked down her nose at Aeron. "Sleeves indeed."
"I will not wrestle him again til he changes his shirt, " said Ravion.
"I should think not," said Mellonin, marching forward with a shudder and a grimace.
"He will learn, " said Ravion. "Dirty clothes are misery on the road in winter."
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