"Raefindan? Weren't you sleeping out in the loft?" Mellonin called after him.
Groggily, he swayed back down the stairs, one hand to his head. "The loft. Of course." He headed out the back kitchen door. "Quieter out there, " she sighed, and retired soon afterwards.
The mouse watched her depart, and then ventured forth into the mulch pile. He found plenty to fill his stomach, including a full bowlsworth of fresh soup. For the first time in many months, his coat was sleek.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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