Poppy smiled at the new arrival to the group, one she had previously not met before. The hobbit standing in front of her seemed to have distinctly elvish qualities, not only in his clothes. Sipping some of the apple cider Lindo had asked a waiter to bring over, she talked away.
“Well, it’s nice to see some more people turning out for the party,” she observed, though in truth the room was still noticeably empty. “I’m sure even more will pop by sooner or later,” optimism rising in her voice. “And if not, we can still have a good party by ourselves.”
A spider dropped from a cobweb above Poppy’s head, scuttling off across the floor. Eyeing more cobwebs and spiders above her head, Poppy frowned. Finished her apple cider in a gulp, she turned to Lindo and Aman.
“Perhaps Cami needs a hand with the cleaning, it has been a while since the room was last aired,” and grabbing a small rag, set off across the room and began vigorously cleaning at a stain on a table, hoping for no spiders to fall upon her curly head.
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'It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: someone has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them' ~Frodo
"Life is hard. After all, it kills you." - Katharine Hepburn
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