Anridith
"Hello?" asked Lauralay impatiently. "Hello?"
"I'm coming, I am coming!" called a voice from inside. The door opened and a man stood there in front of them. "What is your business?" A human man about the age of fifty or so opened the door.
"We have heard of your skills, and we'd like to see what you can offer," said Shyton in his usual polite way.
"Really?" Then the man mumbled something about finally having visitors. "Come in, come in," The door opened all of the way and the hut wasn't in good condition. Small holes in the roof with sunlight streaming through, a fireplace was in a corner near a tattered bed and chair. A wooden table was in the center of the one-roomed hut and it had four chairs. A small cabinet was on a bare wall, and it was on a tilt. "So, is there something you desire?"
Lauralay looked at him and then sat in one of the chairs. She was always herself, never shy and always bold. "Well, first we'd like your name, mine is Lauralay, this," she said looking at her good friend, " is Naday, and this is Shyton," She said, looking at the hobbit that was searching around the room, but at the mention of his name he stood up straight and smiled innocently.
"Well, Lauralay, I am Anridith," He smiles at the mention of his own name, for he most likely rarely spoke or heard it.
"What types of plants do you have, any of healing?" said Naday.
"Actually, I do." he said and then thought frantically. He then reached for the cabinet, and stopped, " They are growing outside," The man said satisfied with his answer.
"May we see them?" asked Naday.
"Yes, follow me to the back," He said walking out the door. Shyton had yet to move.
"Go ahead," Shyton said, "I'll be right there I just have to pick something out of my pack," He said reaching for his pack. Lauralay got up and looked at him questionably, then nodded as if to say OK, she then walked out the door.
"Now to get down to business," mumbled Shyton.
Outside the air was fresh as they walked into a field behind Anridith's hut. They were walking for a couple of minutes.
"So where are the plants?" asked Lauralay because she was getting bored, walking through a field of flowers was not her forte, she much preferred slitting some evil creatures throat.
"We are almost there," whispered Anridith doubtfully.
Naday was starting to get the feeling this man knew nothing about herbs, because what they were searching for was directly in front of them. "Sir, I am sure that you mean we are there,"
Anridith looked back with a questionable face. Then as if someone told him that Naday was correct, a look of shock came over his face. Then he recovered his open jaw and said, "That is exactly what I meant. Pick as many as you need,"
Lauralay apparently didn't notice - she most likely wouldn't have cared any way. She was actually looking at a small creek that ran by, she had a stick in hand and was pushing a rock along with her as she walked. Then she realized they had stopped.
"We are here?" she asked hopefully.
"Yes," Anridith said with a smile on his face, almost as if he knew what he was doing.
Naday started to pick up the blue flowers their fragrance was enchanting. Naday had forgotten the name of the flower, but she didn't want to get wrong information from the man. She put them into an empty bag, and glared at the man.
Shyton then walked up behind them and scared the man to death. "A stealthy hobbit aren't yeah?"
"You can say what you want," Shyton whispered with a smirk.
"Shyton? What took you so long?" asked Lauralay. Shyton walked over to her.
"Milady Lauralay, why would you ask me questions? Do you not trust me?" asked Shyton.
"Of course I trust you. I was just curious," said Lauralay in her own defense. Shyton was good at pretending he cared what others thought of him; to him it was like a game.
While that was going on, Anridith inched towards Naday, who was trying to keep herself from laughing. "Miss, what would it take for you not to tell the people of Lyra that I am a fraud?" he whispered.
"I wish you no harm, sir. I don't plan on revisiting the town anyway," said Naday and Anridith glared at her.
"OK. I'll give you my lucky ring and that's all if you won't tell them," He whispered; he wasn't convinced that Naday meant what she said.
"I'll take your 'Lucky' ring, and I won't tell the people of Lyra about how you know nothing about herbs. Maybe you should go to the Library of Lyra and take out a book on plants of Herbology, for maybe sooner or later they will find you out,"
"Thank you, miss," he said, reaching for his finger, a golden ring with leaves carved into it is what he handed to her.
All the while, Lauralay was defending herself against Shyton's arguments. He couldn't hold it in any more. He burst out into laughter. Lauralay became red in the face, "Stupid halflings," she muttered.
"Is your business transactions finished?" asked Shyton. Lauralay looked at him as if he was speaking another language. He rolled his eyes. "Are you done?" Then he muttered something about how she had called him the stupid one.
"Yes, we are done, let us go now," said Naday.
"Remember what I asked of you," Anridith said as the three turned around and headed back towards where their horses and pony were.
Shyton had a big grin on his face, the whole time they were ridding on their steeds. As they road towards their destination, the sun sank low into the sky then set behind the tall green trees that surrounded the path. The sky changed colors and hues, along with the clouds.
"We might as well camp here for tonight, and we can reach the castle tomorrow around noon," said Lauralay, she was good with tracking and knowing distances and time, it was by seeing the sun in the sky. In fact she could probably have been a ranger, only if she had received a better education.
"Sounds good enough for me," said Shyton as he hopped of his pony. He then whispered to the pony, "Thank you Nanare," He had named his pony. The two girls also jumped off of their horses.
They moved off of the path and built a small fire to ward off any animals. Shyton pulled out his money pouch and began to count it.
"I didn't know you had so many coins," said Naday.
"There are many things you no not about me," He said with a smile not looking up.
"I'm going to sleep, in the morning I'll catch some game. or something," said Lauralay, dozing off.
"Good night, Lauralay, and good night to you Shyton," Naday said and laid back, the sun was no longer out; the moon was shining bright and the stars twinkled, almost like a wink. She then whispered to herself.
"Elen-me'a, that's what I'll call my horse. Elen-me'a," she closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.
"Hello?" asked Lauralay impatiently. "Hello?"
"I'm coming, I am coming!" called a voice from inside. The door opened and a man stood there in front of them. "What is your business?" A human man about the age of fifty or so opened the door.
"We have heard of your skills, and we'd like to see what you can offer," said Shyton in his usual polite way.
"Really?" Then the man mumbled something about finally having visitors. "Come in, come in," The door opened all of the way and the hut wasn't in good condition. Small holes in the roof with sunlight streaming through, a fireplace was in a corner near a tattered bed and chair. A wooden table was in the center of the one-roomed hut and it had four chairs. A small cabinet was on a bare wall, and it was on a tilt. "So, is there something you desire?"
Lauralay looked at him and then sat in one of the chairs. She was always herself, never shy and always bold. "Well, first we'd like your name, mine is Lauralay, this," she said looking at her good friend, " is Naday, and this is Shyton," She said, looking at the hobbit that was searching around the room, but at the mention of his name he stood up straight and smiled innocently.
"Well, Lauralay, I am Anridith," He smiles at the mention of his own name, for he most likely rarely spoke or heard it.
"What types of plants do you have, any of healing?" said Naday.
"Actually, I do." he said and then thought frantically. He then reached for the cabinet, and stopped, " They are growing outside," The man said satisfied with his answer.
"May we see them?" asked Naday.
"Yes, follow me to the back," He said walking out the door. Shyton had yet to move.
"Go ahead," Shyton said, "I'll be right there I just have to pick something out of my pack," He said reaching for his pack. Lauralay got up and looked at him questionably, then nodded as if to say OK, she then walked out the door.
"Now to get down to business," mumbled Shyton.
Outside the air was fresh as they walked into a field behind Anridith's hut. They were walking for a couple of minutes.
"So where are the plants?" asked Lauralay because she was getting bored, walking through a field of flowers was not her forte, she much preferred slitting some evil creatures throat.
"We are almost there," whispered Anridith doubtfully.
Naday was starting to get the feeling this man knew nothing about herbs, because what they were searching for was directly in front of them. "Sir, I am sure that you mean we are there,"
Anridith looked back with a questionable face. Then as if someone told him that Naday was correct, a look of shock came over his face. Then he recovered his open jaw and said, "That is exactly what I meant. Pick as many as you need,"
Lauralay apparently didn't notice - she most likely wouldn't have cared any way. She was actually looking at a small creek that ran by, she had a stick in hand and was pushing a rock along with her as she walked. Then she realized they had stopped.
"We are here?" she asked hopefully.
"Yes," Anridith said with a smile on his face, almost as if he knew what he was doing.
Naday started to pick up the blue flowers their fragrance was enchanting. Naday had forgotten the name of the flower, but she didn't want to get wrong information from the man. She put them into an empty bag, and glared at the man.
Shyton then walked up behind them and scared the man to death. "A stealthy hobbit aren't yeah?"
"You can say what you want," Shyton whispered with a smirk.
"Shyton? What took you so long?" asked Lauralay. Shyton walked over to her.
"Milady Lauralay, why would you ask me questions? Do you not trust me?" asked Shyton.
"Of course I trust you. I was just curious," said Lauralay in her own defense. Shyton was good at pretending he cared what others thought of him; to him it was like a game.
While that was going on, Anridith inched towards Naday, who was trying to keep herself from laughing. "Miss, what would it take for you not to tell the people of Lyra that I am a fraud?" he whispered.
"I wish you no harm, sir. I don't plan on revisiting the town anyway," said Naday and Anridith glared at her.
"OK. I'll give you my lucky ring and that's all if you won't tell them," He whispered; he wasn't convinced that Naday meant what she said.
"I'll take your 'Lucky' ring, and I won't tell the people of Lyra about how you know nothing about herbs. Maybe you should go to the Library of Lyra and take out a book on plants of Herbology, for maybe sooner or later they will find you out,"
"Thank you, miss," he said, reaching for his finger, a golden ring with leaves carved into it is what he handed to her.
All the while, Lauralay was defending herself against Shyton's arguments. He couldn't hold it in any more. He burst out into laughter. Lauralay became red in the face, "Stupid halflings," she muttered.
"Is your business transactions finished?" asked Shyton. Lauralay looked at him as if he was speaking another language. He rolled his eyes. "Are you done?" Then he muttered something about how she had called him the stupid one.
"Yes, we are done, let us go now," said Naday.
"Remember what I asked of you," Anridith said as the three turned around and headed back towards where their horses and pony were.
Shyton had a big grin on his face, the whole time they were ridding on their steeds. As they road towards their destination, the sun sank low into the sky then set behind the tall green trees that surrounded the path. The sky changed colors and hues, along with the clouds.
"We might as well camp here for tonight, and we can reach the castle tomorrow around noon," said Lauralay, she was good with tracking and knowing distances and time, it was by seeing the sun in the sky. In fact she could probably have been a ranger, only if she had received a better education.
"Sounds good enough for me," said Shyton as he hopped of his pony. He then whispered to the pony, "Thank you Nanare," He had named his pony. The two girls also jumped off of their horses.
They moved off of the path and built a small fire to ward off any animals. Shyton pulled out his money pouch and began to count it.
"I didn't know you had so many coins," said Naday.
"There are many things you no not about me," He said with a smile not looking up.
"I'm going to sleep, in the morning I'll catch some game. or something," said Lauralay, dozing off.
"Good night, Lauralay, and good night to you Shyton," Naday said and laid back, the sun was no longer out; the moon was shining bright and the stars twinkled, almost like a wink. She then whispered to herself.
"Elen-me'a, that's what I'll call my horse. Elen-me'a," she closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.