Jorga woke the next morning. The first rays of sunlight had risen over the frozen horizon. Bree was waking up to a very cold morning. The horses in the stables had had a very rough night. The wind was harsh, blowing constantly all night.
Fragile icicles had formed, dangling down from the rooves of the buildings. Birds were still singing their songs, despite the coldness.
Jorga yawned as she drew the duvet back. It was then she felt the coldness of her room. Barliman had given Jorga her own room. The heath had been stocked during the night. The black smoke made its way up the chimney and out into the cold world.
A strange mist hung over Bree. Birds sang as people emerged from their warm homes. Candles flickered behind frosted sheets of glass.
An hour past before Jorga was ready to start serving customers. Barliman was already up. He stood behind the bar, serving the first few customers.
"Ah, Jorga" Barliman said, a smile spreading over his face.
Jorga smiled as she walked towards him.
"I need the floor mopping before things gat busy, are you able to do that for me?" Barliman asked.
Jorga nodded and made her way to the small cupboard. Now that it came to it, the floor did look dirty. Jorga took out an empty bucket and a dry mop.
Minutes later, the bucket had been filled with clean water. The water rippled as it was placed on the cold tiled floor.
The sound of dripping water echoed around the lobby. Every so often, the door to the Prancing Pony opened. A cold blast of air ran through the whole lobby. The candles, which had been lit by Barliman, danced as the wind past them.
Jorga started to sweep the floor. As more and more people came and sat down, Barliman became very busy. Now was the time that Jorga was called to help. She abandoned her mopping duties and took up her serving duties instead.
Meanwhile, breakfast was being served elsewhere. Origo and Mya were now up. The cave was lighter then it had been when the two of them had first entered.
Origo's little tail wagged as Mya yawned.
"Did you have a good sleep?" she asked, yawning.
Origo had been the one to wake her up. Not by barking or licking her cold cheek, but by pulling the blanket she had been laying under off of her.
Ivy, the little green fairy, had been up all night. She had been exploring the cave. The light that radiated off of her little body was just enough to show her what she needed to see.
But the cave was rather empty, save from a few squeaking bats. Ivy returned just an hour later. By that time, both of her friends were asleep.
Ivy fluttered and landed just a few inches away from the sleeping puppy. Origo's eyes were closed, his head resting on his paws. There were little brown markings above each eye. His paws just as brown and just as soft.
A large plate of turkey, just for the puppy, had been produced by the fairy. But it was Mya who would take all of the credit for feeding him.
But Origo could not help thinking that Mya and Ivy were working together. It was only a matter of time before he would find out.
Mya also had her own food to eat. Ivy smiled as she fluttered over Origo, who was oblivious to the fairy. Mya, on the hand, could see the little fluttering fairy.
Mya looked around the cave. It was very big and seemed to go back into an abyss. The light of day poured in. Bird song echoed into the cave.
The cave had changed over the years. Once, it had three, large, smelly trolls living in it. Tom, William and Bert retreated to the cave to escape the sunlight.
The doors slammed shut as the sun rose. Bert grumbled as he picked up a large log from the massive pile that they had gathered. But that was not the only things they had gathered during the night.
A few figures coward at the back of the cave.
They were people.
People who had been taken from their homes and brought back. A little child was whimpering, his whimpers echoed around the cave.
"Ah, stop your blabbing, you!" said Tom.
The little boy, who's name and age were unknown, knew his fait. The others, twelve of them in all, all stood there. The fire grew and grew.
The trolls were getting ready to feast on their catch.
"How long you going' to be?" asked Bert to William.
William huffed.
"Mind your own business" he answered, half growling.
Tom was not helping on bit. Instead, he was eyeing the delicious looking beings standing against the wall. He had already made up his mind on which one was to go first.
"That one looks like he's the pick of the bunch" he said, picking up the young boy.
The troll gave him a sniff.
"Prime bit of meat" he said.
William grumbled, looking over at Tom.
"Ah, leave him alone you great bully!" he said.
Tom huffed, he placed the little boy down. the little boy fell into a heap. But not for long. He scampered away and hide behind the group of people standing there.
Soon, the trolls were ready to eat. And eat they would.
"What shall we do to them?" Tom asked.
He still wanted the young boy all to himself. But the other two trolls did not like his plan.
"You'll share, just like the rest of us or you will get nothing" Bert told him.
A large cauldron had been placed over the fire. Flames licked the side of the vessel. William stood up, his large feet shook the ground as he walked over to a large sack.
But this was no normal sack. In fact, it was full of water. The only sign that it had any water in was the sound it made.
"Hurry up, Bill!" Tom said, his voice echoing around the came.
"I'm starving"
Soon, the cap that kept the water in had been taken off. William poured the water into the cauldron. Soon, the cauldron was full of water.
William smiled the water slowly started to boil.
"Not long now" he growled, looking over at the humans that they had captured.
For the trolls, the water, which was now bubbling, it seemed to take forever. They were looking for a good meal tonight, having ventured to a near by village.
For the humans, the water that been poured in bubbled too quickly.
"Right!" said Bert, rubbing his large hands together and looking at the prisoners.
"I think we boil the larger ones first" he said.
But Tom had different ideas.
"Well, you can boil your own" he said.
"But I wouldn't mind the ones I caught for myself" he said.
Bert grumbled, but could do nothing about it. The three of them came to the agreement that there were enough to go round. So, tom picked out the seven beings that he had collected during the night.
The day had now come, but the trolls could not go out it. darkness was where their hearts lay. Darkness was the only thing that they could live in. The three trolls had never seen the light of sun before. For it would turn them into stone.
Tom gave a small smile, looking at his catch. The young boy would be the first to go. He was picked out by two large fingers. The little boy struggled as he was picked up by his collar.
The troll gave an evil smile as he watched the boy struggle to get free. The other beings watched as the boy was moved closer to the troll's large and, quite disgusting, mouth.
The boy could see his reflection in the large eyes of Tom. The troll gave him and evil grin. Tom's teeth were large, his jaw was very powerful.
A few seconds past before Tom's large hand moved towards his mouth. The boy knew his fate.
"No, no…!" he said, struggling even more.
But it was no use. The next second, the little boy was dropped into Tom's large mouth. The sound of bones being broken echoed with every bite he took.
The other beings, which were struggling to get out of his grasp. But it was hopeless.
In the present time, some many years later, Mya and Origo were in the exact same place. But they were not there for the same reason.
"Ready?" Mya asked the little pup.
Origo gave a small nod, but there was something else that the pup wanted. Only Mya could provide it for him. Mya took a deep breath and picked him and his blanket up.
"Better?" she asked, wrapping the blanket around the little pup.
Origo gave a little whine, telling her he was alright. Mya smiled as she picked up her back, making sure Ori was still glued to her shoulder.
A few minutes later, after careful putting her pack on, they were ready to get on with their journey. Mya took a deep breath and walked out of the cave.
Ivy fluttered on along side, making sure that not only Origo was safe, but Mya was too. The day was bright and sunny, but the coldness did not lift.
But the coldness did not completely stop the wild life that lived in forest. Birds continued to perch on the branches, sing their songs and foraging for any food that they could find.
They rarely saw humans or any beings for that matter. As Mya walked through forest, birds sang their thoughts as she walked past.
Only Ivy could hear what they were truly thinking. Some of the things that they were very mean. Ivy took a deep breath as she looked over at a small robin perched high in the trees.
The birds had pushed Ivy over the edge. The fairy fluttered right over to one of the birds.
"I'll let you know that Mya is a very nice person" Ivy told them.
The little robin eyed her. Her green glow glinting off of his little black eye.
"Well, she was is not welcome in this forest, a lot of strange things has been going on these woods"
Ivy took a deep breath.
"Well, she wont be around for much longer, she is leaving for Radagast" Ivy told him.
The robin hopped around.
"Radagast?" he asked.
Ivy found his question very strange.
"Do you know him?" she asked.
"Of course" it answered.
Ivy smiled.
"Could you do something for me?" she asked.
Mya was still walking through the endless forest. For hour after hour, Mya walked. Walking seemed to have calmed the puppy down. for Origo was now asleep again.
"I wish I could sleep like that" said a voice.
Mya smiled as she looked over at the little fairy standing on her shoulder.
"I don't know how he does it" Mya whispered.
The two of them whispered to each other as they travelled towards the road.
"I can see the road!" Ivy whispered.
Sure enough, the road came into view as Mya walked. Mya smiled. They were finally back on the right road. Rivendell was just a few days walking away. But those cold days would be made easier by the little fairy.
"So, Radagast will know that we're coming?" Mya asked.
Ivy nodded.
"If he doesn't know already, he'll expect us"
Mya smiled, that was another hurdle that was removed. But the biggest hurdle was yet to come. It took its form as a large mountain range.
The Misty Mountains.
The mountain range snakes its way from north to south. There was no other way around them apart from the Gap of Rohan. But that would make Mya's journey months longer then she wanted it to be.
She could not go under the mountain, for Moria had blocked off. The ancient door, that was used by many dwarves and the Fellowship, had collapsed.
Even if Mya could get into Moria, then she would have to battle goblins and trolls. But there was one more hurdle that she could not over come.
The only bridge, named Khazad-Dum, had collapsed under the weight of the Balrog, many years ago. The gap was too far for her to jump.
Mya would have to go over the mountain. Up its cold paths and freezing valleys. But first, she would rest in Rivendell.
Diamond Took smiled as she wrapped her son up in a blanket. Both Faramir and herself had already had breakfast. Faramir was slowly falling asleep as Diamond held him.
Little Faramir had eyes exactly the same as his mother's. But that's where the similarities stopped. Faramir was getting bigger by the day. His hair that grow from his head was curly and exactly the same colour as his father's hair.
Diamond took a deep breath as she took a little sip of her tea. Just then, as she moved the mug away from her lips, a knock came from the front door.
Diamond took a deep breath as she looked up.
"Now, who could this be?" she asked herself.
The mug was placed down. Diamond made sure that she did not wake her little Faramir up. Diamond then stood up and walked out of the room.
Outside, Pippin was standing in the snow. His hands and feet were getting colder and colder by the second. Just then, the large round door clicked open.
A smile came over his rosy face as he saw Diamond. But she did not have the same expression.
"Pippin?" she asked, feeling the coldness replace the warmth.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
Pippin took a deep breath.
"I just wanted to see you and Faramir, that's all"
Diamond's eyes darted away from Pip. She was thinking.
"Well" she said slowly.
"I need to put Faramir down, but I have some tea and cakes if you want some" Diamond told him.
Pippin smiled, he never past the chance for more food. So, Diamond opened the door a little bit more so that Pippin could come in.
The door closed shut behind him. Pippin took his coat off, sliding his arms out of the sleeves. Diamond had walked away, towards the kitchen.
Pippin followed her into the kitchen. He smiled, noticing that nothing had changed. A metal kettle hung over a large heath.
"Sorry about the mess" Diamond said, looking a little embarrassed.
Pippin found this strange, for the house was always spotless. Diamond got out a mug and placed it on the work top. She had yet to put the tea leave and sugar away.
"Pippin, would you hold Faramir please?" Diamond asked.
Pippin smiled and stood up. A few moments later, Faramir was placed in his arm.
"Watch his head" Diamond said.
But she soon realised that Pippin was not going to drop him. A rosiness then came across her cheeks. Pippin gave a little smile as diamond turned.
Peregrin slowly sat down, looking at his sleeping son. He smiled as Faramir moved his little hand out of the blanket. Pippin saw how small and fragile his little hand was.
He still could not believe that he had a son. A son that would carry on his name for the rest of time. A few minutes later, Diamond had finished making Pippin some tea.
The sound of a small metal spoon hitting the side of the mug echoed around the kitchen. Diamond tapped the spoon on the mug and then placed it down.
Did smiled as she lifted the mug up. The level of tea nearly spilled over the side as Diamond walked over to the table.
"Thank you" Pippin said as his mug of tea was placed down.
Diamond did not sit down until she had visited the cellar. It was second nature for her to get a bit of food out. When Diamond got out a bit of food, it could had fed a human family for that day.
Plate after plate of food was brought out.
"Would you like to stay for lunch?" Diamond asked.
Pippin smiled.
"If you don't mind" Pippin answered.
"Not at all" Diamond told him, giving him a smile.
Diamond loved cooking, even if was just for herself. The more hobbits she had to cook for, the more pressure she felt to get it done.
The food that had already been brought out was enough for a good lunch. But Diamond knew that Pippin would want more.
So, Diamond went to the cellar once more. She smiled, knowing that she could have a proper lunch today. Normally, she would have to put Faramir back in his cot before she could get something to eat herself. Faramir never liked being away from his mother for long.
But, today, it was different. Diamond wished Pippin would come around more often. It was much easier on both of them if he did.
A large package was placed on the work top. A chicken, plucked and waiting to be smothered with honey and herbs. But the chicken would only be a small part of their lunch.
Potatoes, parsnips, sausages, bacon, carrots, small green sprouts and, of course, mushrooms. All were going to be prepared by Diamond.
Meanwhile, a man had risen from his sleep. He gave a smile, feeling the warmth of a fire tickle his face. A large sheet had been drawn over him.
A bag lay on the floor, still with spots of mud clinging onto it. The hour was late, breakfast had past, but lunch was now fast approaching. The man had arrived at Bree in the small hours of the morning.
Echoes of people chatting and laughing in the lobby could be heard through the floor and the closed door. The man took a deep breath and drew the duvet from him.
It was then that he felt the true coldness of the room. But his body quickly got used to coldness. His dirty clothes had been taken and cleaned during the time he had been asleep. They had been brought back and folded.
The man smiled, as he got changed. He opened the door into a dirty looking corridor. Unlike the corridors of elves or hobbits, it was very square. Other doors led into more rooms.
The windows were frosted. The man placed his hand to it and wiped some of the condensation away. The window over looked a few roofs. On those roofs were carpets of snow.
Chimneys blew out smoke into the air. A few trees could be seen beyond the roofs. In summer, they would be full of green leaves, blowing in the wind.
But, at the moment, they were leafless. Black dots, birds, rode the horizon. A few birds perched on the roofs of Bree. Their songs were muffled by the pane of glass, but they were not muffled out completely.
The stairs creaked as the messenger from Gondor descended the stairs. The door opened onto the lobby. A smell of tobacco smoke and cooked food met him.
People had taken their seats. Some had two people sitting at the table, others had a party of four sitting there. The messenger could see a young girl, carrying four plates, walking towards a group.
The man looked around and spotted a table by the flickering heath. The man took his seat and looked around. Every so often, the door to the inn would open. The bartender looked very busy, talking to five different people and serving drinks at the same time.
It was not long before the young girl, who he had seen serving other people, came over to him.
"Afternoon" she said.
The man smiled.
"Afternoon"
The young girl gave him a warm smile.
"And what may I get you?" she asked.
"There's soup, rolls of bread, cheese and a special Bree breakfast"
The man found the last option very appetizing.
"Oh, well I'll have to go for the breakfast" he told her.
Jorga nodded, smiled and turned away, walking back towards the kitchen. The man watched Jorga walk towards the kitchen.
The minutes past slowly as Jorga prepared his meal. As Jorga prepared the man's meal, more and more people had entered the inn.
Jorga smiled as she walked back into the lobby. She smiled as she walked, with a full plate of food, over to the man.
"There you are" she said, placing it down.
"I'll be back with your ale in a minute" she told him.
The messenger nodded and started to eat. A mound of mushrooms, a bed of rashers and a few sausages were to name but a few things that had put on his plate.
Jorga came back quicker then last time. This time, she had a mug of ale. The man continued to eat as Jorga went on to serve other people.
Diamond smiled as she placed the uncooked chicken in the oven. Pippin was still sitting down, holding little Faramir. His mug was empty. Diamond seemed to have noticed that he was not drinking any more.
"More tea?" she asked.
Pippin smiled as he took a large bite from his muffin. He smiled.
"Oh, yes please" he said.
Pippin was now on his fifth muffin. Diamond smiled as she picked up Pippin's mug and turned around. The kettle was taken off of the hook and the steaming water poured into the mug.
Once again, the sound of a spoon hitting the side of the mug. A few minutes had past. Diamond smiled as she picked up the mug and placed it down before Pippin.
Pippin was now on his seventh seedcake and sixth muffin. Normally, one would get worried that he would not eat his lunch. But not Diamond. Diamond knew that Pippin could battle through even portions that hobbit would find big.
Pots and pans were taken out of the cupboards. Some were filled with water. The packets of vegetables were opened and prepared, then left on the chopping board.
But that was where Diamond's work stopped, for now. Diamond took a deep breath as she walked towards the cellar. She needed one more little thing and then she could rest, waiting for the chicken to brown a bit more.
Diamond came back out of the cellar with a large vessel, full of golden oil. A trey, made out of metal, was sitting near the massive piles of vegetables.
Diamond heaved the large vessel of oil on the work top. She took a deep breath before she turned around. Faramir was still asleep, but he would soon wake up. For Pippin had not been concentrating on. Faramir's blanket had slipped off of him.
The first signs that Faramir came across something that he did not like was a small whimper. Soon, it turned into a louder whimper and then crying.
"Oh" Pippin said, looking down at his son.
"Oh dear" he said, wrapping his son up again.
Pippin thought that this was going to put an end to Faramir's cries. But it was not. Faramir's cries grew louder. There was only one thing he wanted.
Diamond took a deep breath, knowing that this meant one thing. Pippin handed his son over to Diamond. Diamond smiled as she tickled little Faramir.
Meanwhile, Mya and Origo had found the road. Origo was still sleeping. But Mya had noticed a considerable amount of moving and whimpering. She, like the little pup, was getting hungry and cold.
"I think we should stop" she said, looking down at the pup.
Ori's little brown eyes were now open. He gave a small whine, agreeing with Mya. Ivy had been perched on Mya's shoulder all day. The two had talking nearly all day.
Origo yawned as he blinked. The world around him had changed again. But the face that looked down at him hadn't.
"Hungry" he whimpered, looking up.
Mya felt her heart melt as the puppy's eyes darted around.
"Come on, pup, lets find a place to sit"
Mya walked into forest again. Unlike the part of the forest that she had been in a few hours before, this part had less trees.
Ivy was now fluttering along, having sat on Mya's shoulder all morning. Mya smiled as she found the largest tree around. Her empty pack had been taken off and placed in the snowy ground.
Mya smiled as she sat down and rested her back on the trunk of a tree. Ivy waited for a moment, to see if Origo would moan more.
And he did.
Mya gave a small nod to Ivy, signalling to her that it was time for her magic to get involved. Mya tickled Ori's ear. After a few seconds, she started to talk.
"Hungry?" she asked.
Origo gave a small nod. He could already smell the turkey in her bag. Mya smiled as she reached over and opened it with one hand.
"Look what I have" Mya smiled, taking out the hot plate of turkey.
This was when Origo was at his most active. He gave a little whimper as he was placed on the snowy floor. As soon as Origo started to eat, a loaf of bread rose inside of Mya's bag as Origo's attention fixed on eating.
Mya slid her hand back into her bag and pulled out the large loaf of bread. Ivy watched as Origo continued to eat his second plate of turkey that day.
Mya's hunger lessened with every passing bite. She could feel her stomach rumble less and less as she took on more food.
Bree was quiet. Too quiet for the time of day. Its inhabitants had hunkered down due to the coldness of the air outside. The windows of the Prancing Pony had grabbed the moister from the air and had clouded up the windows.
A hand came up and removed some of the mist away. The man took a deep breath, knowing that, in the morning, he would have to continue his journey.
"Would you like any more ale?" a voice said.
The man looked around to see a young girl standing there.
"Well, I could do with another, yes" he said, giving a smile.
Jorga smiled as she nod and turned on the spot. A few minutes past before she came back. the mug she was holding seemed to be very full. She carefully placed it down and smiled.
"Thank you" said the man.
The door to the inn opened again, replacing some of the warmth with blistering coldness. But the coldness did not last long as the door closed.
A man sniff and looked around. He had a large coat on. His chin was hidden by bushy beard. A smile came over his face as he walked towards the bar.
"Ah!" he said spotting Barliman at the bar.
"How are you doing today?" he asked.
Barliman gave a smile as well. For the man was known to him. In fact, the two had been friends since childhood.
"Irvin, my friend!" Barliman said, walking over to him.
A lot of people were talking now. Irvin looked around to see some familiar faces and some that he did not know. A young girl then caught his attention.
"She's a bit young to be in here" Irvin said, surveying the youth.
Barliman looked over at Jorga.
"Ah!" he said.
"She's one of my new helpers" Barliman answered.
Irvin gave a small huff and took his mug. For Barliman had filled it while they had been talking.
"Thank you" Irvin said, picking it up.
The lobby was full. Only a few tables had a seat around them. Irvin spotted a table with a single person sitting at it. Irvin had no other choice apart from sitting at the same table.
"Excuse me" a voice, distracting the messenger from looking out of the window.
He looked around to see a bearded gentleman standing there.
"Is this seat taken?" Irvin asked.
"Not at all" the messenger answered.
A strange look came over Irvin's old face as he sat down.
"You're not from this neck of the woods"
Irvin surveyed the man sitting on the other side of the table.
"I hale from Gondor, I am on important business" he answered.
Irvin wanted to know more.
"May I ask what that is?" Irvin asked.
The messenger took a deep breath and lent forward.
"I am a messenger from Gondor. My name is Elnan. I have been travailing for many days now with a letter for a hobbit"
Irvin new knew what hobbits were.
"You best want to stay away from these hobbits" Irvin said, picking up his mug and took a large gulp.
Elnan wanted to know more.
"Why?" he asked.
Other sounds seemed to fade away as he listened to Irvin's story.
"Many years ago, four hobbits ascended on this very inn. It was very unusual for four Halflings to enter this inn that late at night. It was even more unusual that they were out of the shire. There was something not right with them, that's for sure" Irvin told him.
Elnan wanted to know more.
"What happened?" he asked.
Irvin went to explain the strange happenings that had occurred that night.
"Disappeared he did, right from out very sight. To this very day, no one knew where he went. I mean, he couldn't have hidden, for he was there nowhere to hide" Irvin said.
He picked up his mug for a second time and drank.
"And then, later that night"
Irvin's voice was now down to a whisper.
"According to Barliman, four dark creatures slid their way into the inn. No one knows what happened that night. But, in the morning, the room that the hobbits had been staying in had been destroyed. No one knows what happened to the man that they had met, nor to their being. Some say that they were kidnapped, others say the dark men took them" Irvin said.
For some reason, Elnan wanted to know more about the stranger.
"This man that you speak of, what did you know of him?" he asked.
Irvin took a deep breath.
"He was a man of the west, his real name was not known. Well, not to me anyway. But the locals had a name for him"
There was a split second of silence before Irvin continued.
"They called him Strider" he said.
But there was one small part of the puzzle still to be relieved.
"Strider, apparently, was an heir of Isildur"
Irvin gave a small nod. But this was news to Elnan. For many years, he had worked for the very person that Irvin had just told him about.
Elnan's plan of rebellion started to rise again. Irvin had fallen quiet, just like Elnan. Elnan was now nervous about visiting hobbits.
What terrible things would await him?
Would he ever make it home?
Irvin had ordered some food. Without knowing it, a plate of food had been ordered for Elnan as well. His deep thought distracted him as Jorga placed the plate on the table just in front of him.
"Thank you" Elnan said.
A knife and fork were placed on the table a few seconds after. Irvin had already started to eat. But elnan was slow on starting.
"Something wrong?" Irvin asked, spotting his glazed look.
Elnan took a deep breath.
"I know a man, back in Gondor, who is believed to be an hair of Isildur"
Irvin's brows rose a little.
"And who would that be?" he asked.
"King Elessar" Elnan answered.
"Aragorn"
Irvin took a deep breath.
"Aragorn" he said.
It was now his Irvin's turn to look confused.
"Aragorn?" he asked, half to himself.
His memory dug back.
"That sounds very familiar" Irvin told him.
Meanwhile, lunch had been eaten by little Origo. The plate of turkey had been licked clean. Ivy was fluttering over head, waiting for Mya to eat her lunch too. Origo gave a little yawn and looked around.
His eyes darted from tree to tree. Birds were singing in its leafless canopy. Mya smiled as watched Origo wonder off a bit.
A few seconds later, Origo looked around to the human. The green glow of ivy could be seen sitting on Mya's shoulder. His little tail wagged as he bounded towards the girl.
Mya's heart melted. But there was a little bit of Mya that wanted to join him.
"You ready to get going again, pup?" Mya asked.
Origo gave a small nod. But there was something else hidden within his little brown eyes. One that Mya easily picked up.
"You want a carry as well?" she asked.
Origo's ears flopped as he nodded. The remaining bread was scattered around the ground for the bird to have. Minutes past as Mya got ready. A large blanket was taken out of her bag, one that Ivy had given them a few days before.
Origo was scooped up and wrapped inside. Only his two front paws and his adorable face poked out.
"Ready?" she asked, holding Origo on her shoulder.
This time, the little puppy did not whimper. In his brown eyes, Ivy could be seen reflecting from her shoulder. Mya smiled, coming up with an idea to ask Ivy for warmth without directly asking her.
"You nice and warm, puppy?" she asked.
She gave a small smile, her eyes darting to the side for just a slit second. Ivy took hint right away. Within seconds of fluttering, Mya could feel the warmth surround her. Origo could feel the warmth too as Ivy came into view.
"You ready to go, puppy?" Ivy asked, touching his face.
Origo, like Mya, could feel Ivy's warmth spread out from where she touched him. A few seconds later, every part of Origo's fluffy body was warm.