"Sit yourself down, dear. I'm able enough to serve you a bowl of stew" she told him.
Hamson smiled as he handed the bowl to her. Hamson smiled at Pimpernel as he sat down beside her. Once again, Hamson felt a vibe of awkwardness radiating from her.
"Are you alright?" he asked, watching her.
Pimpernel had to smile. She did not want Hamson to think that she was thinking about him.
"I'm fine, thank you" she answered.
Nothing more was said on the subject as a bowl of warm stew was placed before him.
"Thank you" he said, picking up the spoon that had also been set out.
Hamson started to wolf down the strew. His aunt watched as her nephew ate.
"So, is it busy in there today?" she asked.
Hamson, who was eating, looked up.
"As busy as ever, I need to get back in there soon" he answered.
Another mouthful of food was taken in.
"Well, your uncle should be joining you soon, he's just sorting out some more paper work" she answered.
Pimpernel had fallen noticeably quiet. She wanted to say many things, but she could not say it in front of Hamson's untie.
Hamson finished his stew after a few minutes, but he was still hungry. Luckily, his aunt was there to sure this.
"More?" she asked.
Hamson smiled and nodded.
"Yes, please" he answered.
So, bowl in hand, the woman walked over to pot again. The bowl was then filled with her delicious stew again.
"Thank you" Hamson said again as the bowl was placed before him for a second time.
Once again, Hamson started to eat. His hunger was now slowly slipping away. Soon, all of the stew in his bowl had had all gone.
Hamson smiled as he sat back in his chair.
"Did you like it?" his auntie asked.
"Of course" Hamson answered.
Pimpernel gave a small sigh, trying to make Hamson notice that she was not happy. But it didn't work.
"Well, I best be getting back" Hamson said.
He smiled at his auntie. Pimpernel looked up at him. But he did not return the gaze. With out even a look at her, Hamson walked out of the room.
Pimpernel took a deep breath.
"Do you see what I mean?" she asked, making sure Hamson was out of earshot.
The woman stood there, knowing exactly what she meant.
"Maybe you should talk to him, bring it up in a conversation" she answered.
Pimpernel knew that Hamson was scared and shocked that she was there. But, then again, this was no excuse to ignore her.
"He loved me once, why doesn't he love me anymore?" she asked herself.
So, upon draining the rest of her lukewarm tea, she stood up.
"Where are you going?" the woman asked, turning around.
But Pimpernel did not answer. She walked down the corridor to the front door. She quickly put her coat on and buttoned it up. She then opened the door and walked out to a cold, white world.
The sun was snow slipping into the west as the day grew older. Darkness and a deeper bout of coldness was chasing the daylight like a cat chases a mouse.
Pimpernel did not have far to travel. In fact, it was just a few seconds walk. The handle was cold to the touch as she opened the door.
The inside seemed to stretch on for what looked like miles. Hamson was just a small figure near the opposite end of the building.
Pimpernel took a deep breath and walked the short distance to him.
"Hamson?" she asked.
But the noise drowned out her attempts to grab his attention.
"Hamson?" she said, louder and more pronounced.
This did the trick as Hamson looked up. He was met by the small figure of Pimpernel, standing there.
"Pimpernel, what are you doing here?" he asked.
Pimpernel could barely hear him over the roar of the rope making machines.
"I need to talk" she answered.
But Hamson could not hear her properly.
"Pardon?" he asked, moving a bit closer.
"I need to talk to you!" she half screamed.
Hamson took a deep breath. He did not have time for talking right now. But the fact that Pimpernel had come all the way from Hobbiton made him want to find out why.
"Maybe this is my chance to ask why" he thought.
After a few seconds, he looked back at Nelly.
"Follow me!" he said.
Pimpernel nodded and walked behind him. The two of the length of building. Pimpernel couldn't help but look at the length of rope being made.
After what seemed like a minute, the two of them reached the other end of the building. Hamson took a deep breath as he opened the door.
"Out here?" Pimpernel asked, not liking the fact that she had to go out in the coldness again.
Hamson nodded.
"Its quieter" he answered.
Pimpernel took a deep breath and walked into the coldness. Hamson followed her and shut the door. Pimpernel turned around to face Hamson.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" he asked.
Now that it came to it, Pimpernel did not know what to say. All she could think of was three words. But now was not the right time.
"I've missed you" she told him.
Hamson took a deep breath. He averted his gaze to the ground. Deep down, he had miss Pimpernel every second that he had been away from her.
"Did you miss me?" asked Pimpernel, seeing what his reaction would be.
Hamson took a deep breath. He needed to get this question right. He needed to make her feel better, but he still needed time.
"Of course, its just…"
Hamson stopped midsentence. This was not what Pimpernel wanted. She wanted words of comfort.
"Its just what?" Pimpernel asked, fearing the worst.
If Hamson did not love her, then there was no point in her being here.
"Its just, I'm scared" he answered.
"I know its no excuse, but your precious to me. Very precious" he told her.
Pimpernel did not understand.
"If I'm so precious to you, then why did you leave?" she asked.
Elanor had now recovered from the incident earlier, which was more then could be said for Frodo. The young girl was now sitting at the kitchen table. An ink pot, a book and a quill had been given to her by her father.
"Now, you be careful with this" Samwise told her, handing her the book.
The book had no words written on it or in it.
"I will" Elanor answered, flicking through the pages.
There was a smell radiating from the book that captured Elanor's imagination even further. The blank pages were crisp and ready to be used.
"Now" said Samwise, turning around.
He retrieved a spare ink pot and a feather quill.
"Take good care of these, their yours now" he said, handing it to his daughter.
"And don't write on your bed, use the kitchen table" he told her.
Elanor smiled.
"I will, thank you daddy" she said.
She kissed her father and scooted out of the room. Samwise smiled and returned to writing his letter. Elanor smiled broadly as she entered the kitchen.
There, her mother was feeding Pippin.
"Look what daddy gave me" Elanor said, placing her three items on the table.
Rosie looked at her daughter.
"Did you say thank you?" she asked.
Elanor nodded as she opened cover. She took a deep breath as she picked up the quill.
"Now" she thought, staring at the blank page.
"Where to begin"
After a moment, she gave a smile.
"Ah yes" she said.
So, she dipped the end of the quill in the small bottle of ink and tapped it off. A scratching sound erupted from the paper as she started to write.
But Elanor soon came to a stand still as she described the situation further.
"Mummy?" she asked, looking up.
Rosie smiled and looked around.
"Yes, dear?" Rosie answered.
"What was the name of the naughty man in daddy's book?" she asked.
Rosie thought for a moment. For there Samwise had written about lots of evil men.
"Saruman?" she asked.
It was now Elanor's turn to think. The more she did, the more it did not sound right.
"No, it's the other one" Elanor thought.
She knew that she had seen the name before.
"You mean Sauron?" Rosie asked.
Something clicked in the young girl.
"Yes!" she said, sitting up again.
The quill was dipped in the sea of ink. Elanor then started to write again. Soon, the a whole page had been written on. Elanor took a little while to read what she had written. A smile came over her as she started to write again.
Rosie had finished feeding her youngest son. He giggled as his mother stood up. Rosie placed the empty bowl by the sink.
"Alright, Elanor dear, time to move" Rosie said.
Elanor smiled and closed the book. Luckily the ink had dried quickly. Elanor screwed the top back onto the pot and picked it up.
"Don't get ink on your bed!" Rosie called after her daughter.
Elanor smiled as she scurried to her room. She closed the door and walked over to her bed. The ink pot was placed down on her small bedside table.
The top was then unscrewed again and placed on the side. The book was then opened. Elanor scanned through the last few words that she wrote before she started to write.
The sound of quill on paper filled her room as she concentrated. Pictures were flashing past her eyes as she wrote. She smiled as she stopped. A small point of ink indicated the end of another sentence.
"What now?" she thought.
For a few seconds, the adventure seemed to shape itself in those few seconds. So, dipping the quill into sea of ink and started to write again.
In her head, Hobbiton was now being left. She explained what had happened. Both Gloria and Elanor were involved.
Heavy packs were on their backs. A walking stick, about the same height as them, was held. Coldness surrounded them as they headed to the Great East Road. Both girls had never been this far away from home before.
As Elanor wrote, her imaginary seemed to get stronger and stronger. Page after page was filled with her glorious adventure.
Hours past as she sat there. A yawn came over her as she looked up. Seven chimes echoed around the room. the sun had now full gone down.
"Have I been writing for that long?" she asked herself.
A little break was in order. In fact, dinner was in order. She smiled as she closed the book. The quill was place down next to the ink pot.
Rosie was now busy in the kitchen. Merry and Rose were giggling as they ran around the table.
"Oh, careful dears" she said, holding a big pot.
Inside were steaming potatoes, ready to be put into a hot pan. The water was then drained out into the sink. Rosie was very good at draining the water without any potatoes falling out.
Elanor smiled as she walked into the kitchen. Rosie looked around.
"Hello, mummy" Elanor said.
Rosie turned around and smiled.
"Hello, dear" she said.
Elanor could now smell the distinctive smell of chicken coming from the oven.
"How long until dinner?" the young girl asked.
Rosie did not answer right away. She heaved the heavy pot over to the side. She placed it on the table mat and picked up a large spoon.
"About two hours" Rosie answered.
This was a rough estimate for she had a lot more work to do. Elanor could not wait that long for food.
"Could I get something to eat, please?" Elanor asked.
Rosie took a deep breath.
"Don't eat too much, your dinner is ready soon" Rosie told her.
Elanor smiled and scurried to the cellar. There, she picked out a pack of five homemade cookies. She smiled as she came back out and shut it afterwards.
Rosie took a deep breath as she scooped the potatoes out of the very hot pan and into a cooler, oilier pan. Rosie took a deep breath and placed the trey in the oven.
Rosie smiled as she looked around. Vegetables were waiting to be cut. But first, she needed open the packets. Rosie brought out a few more pots. Each was filled with water.
Rosie then took out a large cutting knife and started to prepare the large meal. But she was not the only one preparing a large meal.
Diamond took a large chicken out of the oven. She had started dinner a few hours before everyone else. But, tonight, she had someone to share it with.
Pippin was sitting at the table. He had a mug of ale sitting before him. Hardly any words were said between the two of them as Diamond got dinner ready.
Pippin smiled as watched Diamond work.
"That smells nice" Pippin said.
Diamond looked around and smiled. She loved complements on her cooking. And it was Pippin who normally gave them to her.
Hunger was getting to both of them now. Diamond took a deep breath as she looked inside the different pots of bubbling water.
Thirty minutes more past before dinner was in the final stages of preparation. White bowls were placed out on the worktop. Each one would be filled to the brim with vegetables.
Diamond smiled as she took the first pan and drained the water out of it. these were small green sprouts, picked from a small garden in Hobbiton. In fact, nearly everything in the kitchen was made or came from Hobbiton and the shire.
Diamond picked up a wooden spoon. She smiled as she stirred the gravy. Diamond gave the spoon a little lick.
"Hmmm" she said to herself.
A pinch of salt was needed. So, taking a small bit was then placed into the dark brown mixture. Diamond stirred it once again. The wooden spoon was then placed down again.
The oven was then opened and out came another trey. This one had sizzling parsnips. Before Diamond had placed them in the oven, she had smeared them with rich honey.
The small chunks of parsnip were now very crispy and ready to eat as they were placed into a bowl. Diamond placed the last bowl on an already over run table.
Space was limited as she took out two mugs. Pippin wondered why Diamond was not going into the cellar, like usual.
"Diamond, we normally have ale with dinner" he pointed out.
Diamond knew this, but she then she was thinking ahead.
"I know" she answered.
"But, how many have you had already?" she asked.
Pippin knew that Diamond had clocked onto the fact that he already had three pints of shire ale before he left. This meant that Pippin would have had four within the space a few hours.
Unlike humans, hobbits did not get drunk as easily as the taller humans. But, by far and away, elves were the champion drinkers.
Elves were a very magical folk. Their faces seemed not to bare the thousands of living. Men of seventy bore deep wrinkles and scars from the past.
Elves spent most of their lives in one place, though there were a few Elvish settlements. But, one of the most famous and important settlement was Rivendell.
Now days, it was looking bare. The trees that once stood green and lush now stood browning and dying. Yet, there were still elves living there. Just two.
Elladan and Elrohir were sitting at a long table. Plates of food had been set out. Fillets of fish had been placed on both of their plates. Vegetables had been placed in clear glass bowls.
Both of the twins sat on fantastic wooden chairs. Each one of them stood tall and elegant, much like the beings that were seated in them.
Just a few days before, two guests had been sitting at the table as well. Legolas and Gimli. An elf and dwarf. They had now gone on their own paths.
The two of them had taken a small boat, just big enough for the two of them, and set sail for Helms Deep. The small party of two were now nearing their trip down the river.
Gimli took a deep breath as he looked around. The distance that this dwarf could see was getting considerably shorter and shorter.
"Gimli" Legolas said, waking the old dwarf up.
Gimli gave a tired humph.
"We are almost at the Gwathiá" he said.
Gimli looked back around. From what he could see, the river just kept flowing. There was no signs that another, similarly sized river, was just a few hundred meters from them.
But, as the minutes past, the two of them grew nearer to the other river. Out of the darkening darkness came the sight that Legolas had spotted a few minutes before.
This did not improve Gimli's attitude. He hated being the one to see things last. But, then again, he was not very observant. And he had shown this many times before.
The little boat rocked in the strengthening waves. This was the part that Gimli hated the most. For dwarves were not very stable creatures, especially in a boat. Legolas, on the other hand, was very confident in boats. For he had used many over his three thousand year existence.
A year could pass like a blink of an eye for the elf. Unlike the mortals of Middle-earth, Legolas had seen mountains rise and crumble to sand.
He had watched seedlings turn into the greatest of trees. But now, they had all gone, replaced by newer ones. Massive forests, ones that he had walked through in his younger days, had come and gone.
Legolas could remember tracking rivers, flowing to the sea. For that had been his favourite pass time when he was just in his hundreds. For travailing was what he did best.
Shorelines had been walked and mountains had been conquered. An Elf was a very good walker, needing no sleep nor warmth to keep them going.
Food and water could be found in abundance if one knew where to look. And elves were very good at searching. Unlike men, the elves had not lost their ability to make a good meal out of anything they caught or harvested.
Legolas continued to row through the choppy water as the two rivers merged into one. The little boat continued to pick up speed.
Legolas and Gimli were now three days journey from the meet of the two rivers. Gimli took a cold breath. He had crossed his arms and was shivering constantly.
A small bit of his regretted leaving the warmth of Rivendell. Even though the small settlement had no windows, Gimli found warmth by the heath. Flames flickered as the wood burnt. It had been quite a while since Gimli was truly warm and full to the bring with ale and food.
Little did he know that this was exactly what Legolas was planning when they reached Helms Deep. For he knew how much Gimli had suffered. In fact, Legolas had leant about the concept of suffering with Gimli when Gandalf had fallen into the black abyss.
If truth be told, all nine members of the fellowship had learnt about each other. Hobbits had learnt about men and elves, while men learnt about the ways of wizards and orcs.
Gimli and Legolas were now well on their way down the Gwathiá river. Their destination for stopping was a small bridge. There, they would disembark. For the river had carried them as far as needed to go.
It would be up to them to walk the rest of the distance. But, for now, the river would carry them. the two being only had about a day left until that point.
Diamond and Pippin were now eating dinner. Both had filled their plates with just about everything present on the table. Diamond's plateful was just a big as Pippin's. but she was eating considerably slower. Every so often, she would look up.
Many things were floating around in her mind.
"Maybe inviting him for dinner was not a good idea" she thought as she cut up a very roasted potato.
She smiled as she ate it. Gravy seeped down the outside, making the potato more flavoursome. Diamond noticed that the honeyed parsnips had gone down very well according to Pippin, for they were one of the first things to go.
As time clicked on, their plates emptied. Diamond took a deep breath as she placed her knife and fork down. she was not interested in eating any more.
She had to get what she needed to say out before Pippin was too full up and tired to listen.
"Pippin, I need to talk to you"
Pippin, looked up. he had a large mouthful of food which he quickly chewed and swallowed.
"Talk?" he asked.
"About what?"
Diamond took a deep breath.
"About us, Pippin" she said.
Pippin, who had been poking his fork into a few parsnips, stopped before he ate them. the fork slowly sank back to the plate.
"About us? why?"
Diamond gave him a look that summed it all up. Pippin hoped that she would have forgiven him by now, but that was not the case. In fact, it would take a lot of work to get back into Diamond's good books.
"Because we need to Pippin, this has gone on far too long and I'm very tired of it"
Pippin took a deep breath. He knew that he had been a bad husband. But he didn't mean to be. In fact, he had regretted leaving.
"I don't know what to say" he said, feeling his appetite leaving him.
A sound that broke the awkward silence echoed through the house. Diamond took a deep breath and looked over at the kitchen door. Without a word, Diamond rose from her seat and walked out.
Diamond's words were echoing through a very distracted Pippin.
"But what can I do?" he asked.
After a few minutes, he had come to a conclusion. At the same time, Diamond came back into the kitchen. She was carrying a very unsettled Faramir.
Pippin smiled as he spotted the bundle in her arms. Faramir had grown a considerable lot since Pippin had last seen him.
"I think someone is hungry" Pippin said.
Diamond smiled.
"He sure is" she answered.
She walked a few meters to the cellar and opened it. But, just before she was step into the colder, darker cellar, she stopped. Now was a perfect time for Pippin to get to know his son.
"Pippin?" Diamond asked, slowly turning around.
Pippin looked up, in his right hand was a silver spoon. Sitting on the table, a bowl full of cool roast potatoes.
"Would you hold Faramir for me?" she asked.
Pippin could hardly believe what he was hearing.
"Me?" he asked.
Diamond smiled and nodded.
"I cant carry him and his bowl at once" she answered.
Pippin took a deep breath.
"Alright" he answered, placing the spoon back in the bowl and moved it away.
A few seconds later, he was handed his very small son. Diamond smiled as she stood up.
"Watch his head" she said.
But she had jumped the gun. For Pippin knew how to hold his own son.
"I've got him, you just go and get this hungry feller his dinner" he said.
Diamond smiled and turned around again. this time, she was able to get Faramir's bowl of food and come out again without much trouble.
Faramir looked upon this new face. For some reason, deep down in his young soul, he knew that this person was meant to be here.
"Right" said Diamond placing bowl down.
"Lets get you fed"
But Pippin had other ideas.
"Umm, Diamond?" he asked, as she came closer.
"I was wondering if I could do it" he explained.
Diamond took a deep breath. Bt then again, Pippin was his father.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
Pippin nodded.
"Well, I don't seem the harm in it" she said, placing the bowl down before Pippin.
Pippin still had a little bit of food on his plate. But, upon being asked, he said it was alright to throw away. This was the first and, probably, the only time when this would happen.
Pippin looked down at his son. Diamond smiled as she handed him a small silver spoon.
"Right" said Pip, carefully scooping out a small bit of orange mush.
"Open up" he said.
Diamond smiled, watching Pippin feed his son. She didn't say it, but Pippin seemed to be a natural at getting Faramir to eat. Probably because both father and son had similar personalities.
Diamond started to clear up the table. Unusually, there were a few parsnips left. Diamond secretly had these to herself as she carried the bowl over to the sink.
The sound of water then erupted from the sink as Diamond turned the tap on. A large window stood just above the sink. Diamond looked out of it. For some reason, Origo scurried into her mind.
She gave a small smile, wondering where he was now, wondering if he was alright, wondering if she would ever get to see him again.
But the puppy was safe and with a young looking girl. Night time had now captured them. Ivy was the only source of light as Mya made her way up a steep, slippery slope. Origo was cuddling up to the young girl.
Fortunately, Ivy had given them both a bubble of warmth. This made going much easier and quicker. Mya took a deep breath as she carefully ascended the stairs.
It took thirty minutes to reach the summit of Weathertop. The ascent was made harder due to the snow on the weathered steps.
Mya stopped as she saw a dark figure standing at the top. Origo yawned, all he wanted was to eat a nice bowl of Ivy's turkey and go to sleep.
"Almost there" Ivy said, fluttering near by.
Origo gave a small whimper and hid his nose under his paws. Mya tickled his ear as the stairs ended. Weathertop used to be a watchtower. But now, it had fallen silent. The elements seemed slowly destroy it.
Mya looked around. She could see weathered statues of the past. But that was not the only thing that she saw. As she walked and looked around, she heard and felt a metallic object just under the carpet of snow.
This was very strange. Mya's eyes were drawn to this object. Ivy was attracted to it as well. Origo seemed to be the only one not bothered by it.
Mya squatted down, keeping the sleepy pup clinging onto her shoulder. Mya slowly grabbed the blade. But she did not hold onto it for long as the blade quickly heated up.
"Ah!" she said, dropping it instantly.
Something was very strange about this handle. For some reason, she now felt like she was being watched.
Origo had now fallen to sleep. But soon woken again as Mya sneezed. He gave a small whimper, making Mya look down.
"I'm alright, pup" she said, kissing his very soft head.
Mya still had to find a spot where she and Origo could sleep. And that's exactly what she did as she descended a new flight of stairs.
Mya took a deep breath as she saw no snow here. Mya found that she had not been the only that had made camp here. A few cooking tools had been left here as well as what she could only describe as a fire.
Mya gave a small smile as she took her pack off.
"Right" she said, looking down at the exhausted pup she was holding.
"Are you hungry or sleepy?" she asked.
Origo gave a small whimper. He was both. So, Mya placed her pack down and sat on the floor.
"And what would this puppy like to eat?" she asked.
Origo gave another whimper. He hated having to repeat himself. His answer had a hint of annoyance in it.
"Doesn't she know what I like?" he asked himself.
Ivy smiled as she secretly fluttered towards the bag. Mya smiled as she placed the little puppy on her lap.
"Now" she said, opening the bag.
Magically, a large steaming plate of turkey appeared inside. Mya smiled as she felt the heat of the meat radiating into the cold air.
Origo's tiredness seemed to slowly slip away. The plate was placed just in front of Mya's crossed legs. Origo was gently placed on the floor.
Mya noticed that the tiredness had calmed him down quite a lot. For he was not his hyper little self. Instead, he ate the turkey and, this time, chewed it for a little longer.
Even so, it did not take long for him to finish up. Ivy smiled as she fluttered to him.
"Time for bed, puppy" she said.
Mya, forgetting that she was not meant to see or hear Ivy, spoke out as well.
"Yes, time for bed" she said.
Ivy quickly looked up at her, Origo did too.
"I mean, time for bed, puppy" she said, trying hard to correct herself.
Luckily, Origo was too tired to notice this fumble. The little puppy whimpered and yawned.
"Come on, pup" Mya said.
She brought out a large blanket from her bag and wrapped Origo up in it. Origo loved being cuddled. Mya and Origo settled down as Ivy fluttered around. Now that Origo was asleep, Mya and Ivy could talk.
"Well, I think we're half way, but I'm not sure" Mya whispered.
Mya rested her back against the wall of the cave. Origo had now closed his eyes and curled up into a fluffy ball.
"Radagast is still a long way away" she told the fluttering fairy, now bobbing at eye level.
Ivy took a deep breath. She was feeling guilty again. Not only had she taken Origo and Abira away from their owners, but she had left Diamond and Pimpernel in the dark.
It would be on the return of the two puppies that Ivy would realise what they meant they to their owners. But, for now, all she needed to was get Origo to Radagast.
Mya yawned as she cuddled the small puppy. It was her that suggested going Radagast in the first place.
"We've come too far to turn back" she kept telling herself.
Even if they did go back, Origo would not recognise his Diamond. That is what pushed both Mya and Ivy ever onwards. They knew that if they could just get Origo to Radagast, then there was hope.
But they still had a long way to go. For now, Mya had to forget about Radagast and get some sleep.
As always, Ivy would be their protector. She was very useful in these situations. Not only because she was magical, but she could scare away any curious creatures that came too close.
Mya smiled as she ate warm bread, straight from Ivy's magical doing. It was the most filling bread that Mya had ever eaten. But she couldn't help but wish for a few rashers of bacon to go with it.
Unlike Origo, Mya did not have to eat just bacon in her human form. It seemed that, when ever she turned into a puppy, the urge to eat bacon strengthened.
Mya ate the last small bit of breath that she had ripped off. She smiled as she got out a small glass bottle. It was full of amber liquid.
Whiskey.
Mya took the top off and had a swig. The small gulp seeped down, warming her as it went. Mya now felt like she was in the depths of summer. It was a very strange feeling. She knew that it was in the depths of winter, but the warmth was very welcoming.
All she needed was a good, lengthy sleep. And that is exactly what she did. A second blanket, which was much bigger then the one Origo had been wrapped in.
Mya smiled as she covered her feet. Her shoes were old and dirty. They stuck to her skin. Mya took a deep breath as rubbed her ankles. An idea then came into Mya's head.
"Ivy?" she whispered.
Ivy had been looking out on the cast land below. Trees were dotted around the land below. They stood like skeletons.
"Yes?" she asked, fluttering so that she was now inches from Mya.
"Well, the thing is, my feet are really painful" she said.
Ivy looked down. she could see the state of Mya's shoes.
"I was wondering, could you make me some new ones?" she asked.
Ivy smiled. Without a sound, a fresh pair of shoes, like the ones that Mya was wearing, appeared on the flood beside her.
Mya smiled. She placed the sleeping puppy on the floor after making sure that he was still snoozing and took her wet, dirty shoes off. The souls of her feet were very wrinkly. She smiled as she dried them with blanket that she would be sleeping under.
A few minutes later, the shoes were put on and the straps were buckled. Mya found them to be very comfortable indeed.
"Thank you" she whispered.
Ivy smiled as she fluttered before her.
"Get some sleep" Ivy said.
Mya nodded and laid back. Origo gave a small whimper, but did not wake. Mya smiled as she drew him closer. Ivy watched as the two of them snuggled up to each other.
It took Mya just a few minutes to fall as well. Her bag had been placed on the floor behind her. Her head rested on it as she lay there.
Ivy smiled as she fluttered to the floor.
"Nothing bad will happen" she told herself as she laid down.
Ivy then had an idea. She knew that Origo would be nice and warm. So, rising to her feet, she walked over to him. She smiled as his paws came into view. They would be the perfect blanket for her.
A few minutes later, without waking up the precious puppy, Ivy had made herself comfortable. She knew that Origo would not wake until morning, so she would have a nice, long sleep.
And that's exactly what she did.