"Ready?" Mya asked, she had now placed her pack on.
Origo gave a small whimper. Mya smiled as she set off, the ground crunching underfoot. The forest of Trollshaws thinned as Mya walked along.
It was now only a matter of miles until she would have enter the realm of the elves. But first, she would have to negotiate a river. The river was higher then normal, for all the melt water had risen the height that Mya needed to wade through.
But first, there were hours of walking ahead. Mya had seen no one else on the road. No carts, no horses with riders, no little boys and girls playing together.
As Mya walked along, Origo grew more and more tired. Mya noticed that Origo's eyes were getting heavier and heaver. The comfortableness that Origo was feeling and the full stomach that he had seemed to make him sleepier then normal.
The ford that stood between them and Rivendell came ever closer.
Elnan knew that he must get on with his journey. Irvin had bid his farewells and good lucks before Elnan returned to his room for the last time.
It took thirty minutes more to get ready for the outside world. All that Elnan needed to do now was to make his departure known to Barliman.
The stairs creaked as he made his way down.
"Oh, excuse me" he said as a woman carrying a young child.
The woman smiled. Her hair was dirty. It gave a strange shine as she walked past the flickering candle. This was due to her poorness and lack of being able to wash was the result.
Elnan took a deep breath as he continued on walking down the stairs. The lobby door opened onto a sound of talking, laughing and general merrymaking. The smell of tobacco and cooked food flooded his nostrils.
Barliman was standing behind the bar, looking extremely tired. The young girl that Elnan had seen earlier was carrying a very large pile of plates. She walked past and went to the kitchen. Jorga was just as tired as Barliman was.
"You all ready to leave?" Barliman asked, spotting Elnan.
Elnan smiled.
"Yes, the room is free now" he answered.
Barliman nodded and thanked him. After one more pint of Bree's best ale, Elnan set off on the last leg of his journey.
The coldness tickled his face as he opened the door. A little bit of him wanted to forget about the letter and just stay in Bree. But the King of Gondor was waiting on an answer.
The stables came into view. The stable door was open, the heads of horses poked out of their pen. Elnan spotted his steed poking his head out.
The air was so cold that even the horse's breath was visible. Elnan smiled as he approached his horse.
"Hello, my boy" he said, placing a hand on the long face of his steed.
The horse gave a neigh and shook his head.
"You ready to get going again?" he asked.
The horse seemed to give an agreeing neigh. Elnan smiled as he unlocked the gate and led the horse out. His hands were numb and did not work as well as he would have liked.
Elnan smiled as he placed his left foot in the left stirrup. He flung his right leg over and placed it in the other stirrup. The cold reigns were taken in hand. A few seconds later, the horse was steered to the right and down the road.
Elnan gave one last look back at the inn. He knew that it would be another few days before he would get back to Bree. Elnan and his horse trotted past homes with a flickering candle shining through the window and a silver crush clinging to the thatched roofs.
The ground, which had once been muddy and slippery, was now a hard and difficult to walk on. The gate that led in and out of the town came into view.
A small house, no bigger then a room, sat nearby. Old Harry, now well into his eighties, sat inside. The door that lead into Harry's house was open just a crack.
Inside, Harry was huddled near a fire. But he would soon leave it as he heard a horse come near by. Harry's wrinkles had deepened, making his face looked a lot like the surface deep valleys. The light did not catch all of his face.
"Going at this hour?" Harry asked.
Elnan gave him a smile as the gate. It was both heavy and rusted. Harry seemed to struggle to open it. but, eventually, he managed to.
"You be careful out there" Harry said as Elnan trotted past.
Elnan gave Harry an appreciated nod, but knew that he would be safe. Elnan turned left. The horse gathered speed. The coldness made Elnan's face tingle. Trees soared past. Bird song echoed around the forest, only to be drowned out by a low rumble.
The path that Elnan was on started to turn north. This was due to a small hilly area called the Barrow Downs. A few miles further West and an old forest grew.
Deep within its heart, a curious old man lived. He went by the name of Tom Bombadil. Tom and his wife, Goldberry, had lived in harmony for many summers.
In fact, Tom and Goldberry knew of nearly everything that had happened, whether it be in their forest or in the depths of Mirkwood.
Tom smiled as he sat in his arm chair. It was exactly the same one that he had always sat on. The arm rests were now completely warn out. The cushion that Tom sat on was now thin and very warn.
"I believe" said Tom, standing up.
He turned and looked down at his arm chair. The comfortableness had all but disappeared.
"I believe I need a new armchair" he said.
Goldberry smiled.
"The time is not right, the sheep are not ready to be sheered" she told him.
Tom took a deep breath. he knew that, in the winter months, essentials that were needed could not be found. But there was no shortage of wool to make ropes.
Hamson Gamgee was walking a very long room. Noise echoed down from one end of the room. A large machine was slowly making it way from one end to the other.
Miles of rope were strung out between the two ends of the building. As the rope was thinner at one end then the other.
Lunch time had come and gone. But that did not mean Hamson was any less hungry. The sun had sunk lower in the sky. Darkness was now ascending on the cold lands. The darkness would make the temperature sink even lower.
The sky was crystal clear. The moon had been very full and very bright for the last few nights. The moon played a vital role in the customs of hobbits, men and elves alike.
The length of the months had been discovered by the hobbits who looked up at the skies. They noticed strange shapes in the stars. Some now had names.
In the olden days, hobbits would use these stars to navigate, like men of the sea did. There were many pictures in the sky to help them.
Hobbits were not into studying the stars above them. They led very sheltered lives and anything far away was deemed too far away.
But there were some Halflings that would break this rule. The Took family were very adventurous. Some say that one of the Took clan married into a fairy clan. But this was absurd for fairies were no more then two inches in high and invisible to hobbits, men and dwarves. Only Elves and wizards could see the fluttering creatures.
The only not Elvish or non-wizard folk that could see fairies were Changelings. Changelings were a rare breed now days. Only two still existed.
And those two were on their way to their creature.
Radagast was put in charge in nature and the most precious of creatures. Radagast lived on the edge of Mirkwood. His house looked over a distant mountain range.
Birds sang as he sat in a large chair. He gave a small smile as a large wolf sat on the tiled floor before him. The wolf had amazing blue eyes, wise, but with but a hint of inquisitiveness.
"I am sure there is an alternate outcome" Radagast said.
The wolf did not say a word. It did not have to. For Radagast was so in touch with nature that he did not need to talk.
"They have been against us for too long, me and my clan have had enough. If you do not talk to them, then we have no choice then to eradicate their existence"
Radagast was now at a fork in his decision making. The wolf could hear what he was thinking. For the first time, Radagast did not know how to over come this.
"I will send word to the other clan, maybe we could meet and try to reach some sort of agreement"
But, once again, the wolf did not like his idea.
"As I have just told you, we will eradicate them"
Radagast knew that the wolf will not easily be convinced. The two talked for most of the remaining day. The candles had let to be lit.
But that did not bother Radagast much. For he was a wizard. The darkness was now too deep for he to see. The wolf, on the other hand, had no problem seeing in the darkness. For his eyes were much better then Radagast's.
The candles flickered into life. But the wolf did not like the idea of all of them being lit.
"Not too many, my dear Radagast. There could spies about" he snarled.
Radagast knew that he was vulnerable. Not all creatures that he reigned over had the power to resist a fight. So, all but a few candles went out. Radagast could now the jet black silhouette of the wolf sitting before him.
The alpha male's ears were much better at hearing distance sounds then Radagast's was. Even though the wolf had a door between him and the outside world, he still picked up on any animal that came near.
A rival clan of wolves approached from deep within the forest of Mirkwood. Their paws were light on the ground. But that did not stop twigs being accidently being stepped on. The alpha male in Radagast's company suddenly stop up and span around.
A small growl gave from him.
"Their here, are they not?" the wizard asked.
The wolf looked back. The flickering candles glinted in his blue eyes.
"Open the door" he growled softly.
But Radagast remained seated.
"Open the door" the wolf snarled.
"I will not have bloodshed tonight"
But the wolf had other ideas.
"Blood will be shed whether you stop it or not" the alpha male told him.
Radagast knew that he was the only one to stop it. But something pulled his attention again. A small tapping came from the window. The low level of light made it hard to see what it was.
After a few seconds, Radagast stood up. He gave a small smile and walked to the window. The window opened and the little bird fluttered in.
The window swung open and the little robin made his way inside. The little robin had been flying for most of the freezing day. He was very far from home.
"You are not a creature of Mirkwood" Radagast said as the robin fluttered past him.
The window closed. The wolf was still standing by the door. The sound of wolves grew louder as he listened.
"Let me out" he growled, looking back at Radagast.
Radagast looked back at the wolf. But did not say anything. The small robin had perched on the back of Radagast's large arm chair.
"And what must I owe the pleasure of your acquaintance?" Radagast asked.
The wolf could hear the others outside. Sniffing filled the air.
"We're trapped, they know I am in here" the alpha male said.
Radagast looked back for a split second.
"They have plans, plans to kill anything that gets in their way"
Radagast had not said a word. The little robin watched with a curious eye. A long wooden stick was then picked up by the wizard. But this was no ordinary stick in the slightest.
In fact, it was his staff.
"Move out of the way" Radagast said.
But the wolf, who was ready for anything, did not.
"They are too strong, they have caught my scent" he said.
But Radagast's expression did not change.
"They will harm neither me nor you" the wizard told the wolf.
"Now, stand aside"
The wolf and wizard stood at a stale mate for a few more seconds before the wolf moved out of the way. The wolf watched as Radagast opened the door.
The night made it harder to see. But that did not mean he did not know what was out there. A jet black figure seemed to glide its way towards him, stopping every so often.
The wolf's eyes glinted in the small bit of light coming from Radagast's home.
"You will leave and leave quickly if you value your life" he told them.
The wolf inside his house was listening to every word.
"Move over" growled the alpha male.
Radagast and his house were surrounded by a pack on fifteen wolves, all of them watching talk.
"You will leave and leave quickly" Radagast repeated.
But the large wolf did not move.
"We know that he is around here, you must know the customs of our clans by now"
Meanwhile, dinner was nearing completion in the Gamgee household. Eight hobs, each with a boiling pot or a sizzling pan upon them.
A large, brown chicken stood on the work top. The sound of cutting echoed around. Rosie smiled as she took a bubbling pan of water off of the heat. A massive pile of carrots was transferred into the scolding water.
Little Elanor was standing near by. She was watching her mother as the pan was placed back on the heat.
"Can I help you, mummy?" Elanor asked.
Elanor was getting bigger by the day. Rosie had noticed that Elanor needed new clothes.
"Well, everything's quite hot dear" Rosie answered.
Elanor gave small sigh. She wanted to help her mother. Every time dinner rolled around, Elanor would rush into the kitchen. But her mother rarely let her help.
Elanor knew that she could not get her own way.
"So, how long until dinner is ready?" the girl asked.
Rosie was very busy, she had no time for questions. Elanor hung her head as she did not receive an answer. The young girl sighed and slowly walked out of the kitchen.
Frodo Gamgee was in his room. he, like Elanor, had been inside since the sunlight had retreated over the western horizon. The temperature outside had plummeted.
Anyone that travelled in it would have to wrap up warm. Luckily, for most, they did not have to go far. Pippin Took was one of those. He had been drinking in the local pub, the Green Dragon. But he had not been drinking alone. Merry Brandybuck and Estella Bolger were there as well.
"So, you mean to say that there are more trees like that here?" Estella asked.
Estella could not get to grips with what they were saying.
"Yes, there are some in this very part of the shire" Merry told her.
Estella seemed very interested in what they had been up to on their adventure. Pippin had fallen quiet. He was thinking back to the roads that he had taken in his life.
"Why didn't I just stay at home?" he asked himself.
Merry was feeling the same. But merry had a different view to things.
"But, how did you meet these trees?" Estella asked.
The story was too long to explain in one night.
"It all happened when we were ambushed in Amon Hen"
Estella listen to Merry's account on the goings on that day.
"They were after Frodo?" she asked.
Her eyes darted between the two of them.
"Yes, the battle at Amon Hen was the last time we saw the rest of the Fellowship. From then on, until the fall of Isengard, we did not see any of our friends"
Now, both Merry and Pippin were quiet. Pippin, who was sitting by the window, looked out. The warmth of the Dragon could be seen as condensation gathered on the window.
The heaths were housing flames which let out their heat into the lobby while the black smoke rose up a chimney. The black smoke ascended to the coldness outside.
The three of them were now the only ones left.
"I think we should all get going" Estella said.
There was a clock on the wall chimed nine times. The three of them knew that dinner would have already been made for them when they returned home.
Pippin finished his mug of ale. Merry and Estella had more to finish off then Pippin did. But Pippin had had much more then they did.
Estella watched as Pippin struggled to button up his large coat. Estella and Merry did not have this trouble. Estella slid her chair under the table. Merry and Pippin did not do the same.
Estella smiled at Merry as she took the three mugs to the small bar.
"Thank you, love" said the old barmaid.
Merry, Pippin and Estella left through the round door. The warmness turned to a harsh coldness. Estella instantly started to shiver as she and the two lads walked back home.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow" Pippin said, half shivering.
Merry smiled and nodded.
"See you tomorrow, Pip" Estella called after him.
Pippin looked back and smiled. Merry and Estella walked a different way to Pippin. Pippin would have to spend more time outside in this coldness as he lived further away then the others.
Five more minutes past before Pippin entered his mother and father's garden. Pip's hands were very cold and numb. He struggled to clench his fist. Three knocks echoed down the quiet hall way. Paladin, Pippin's father, huffed as he looked around.
He placed his quill down and rose from his seat. Eglantine was in the kitchen. She heard the front door open and, a few seconds later, a click told her that the door was now closed.
Her hands were emerged deep with the bowl of water. There was a pile of dirty plates to her right and a wet pile of clean plates to her left.
A minute later, her youngest child, and only son, Peregrin, walked in.
"You must be hungry" Eglantine said, taking her hands out of the water and picking up a towel.
She dried her hands towel and put it back.
"I'll do you some bacon" she said.
Pippin smiled, still shivering a bit. The warmth of the air slowly sank into every cold muscle that he had. Eglantine smiled as she walked to the cellar.
Pippin took a seat and waited for his mother to make him his sandwiches. Before long, Pip's hunger deepened as the smell of cooking bacon tickled his nose.
A few minutes more and the crisp bacon were placed onto thick, soft pieces of sliced bread. Creamy butter had been spread over both sliced of bread that made up the sandwich.
Eglantine had not made one sandwich, but five. All of them had multiple rashers snuggled within. The butter had started to melt as Pippin took the first bite.
The bacon crunched as Pippin continued on eating. By the time he had finished, Eglantine had finished cleaning up. All the pots, pans, bowls and plates had been put away until the morning where she would get them all out again.
Pippin had reached his last sandwich. Eglantine had brought out a large mug of tea for Pippin. Pippin smiled as he placed the half eaten sandwich down. The tea was now cool. Pippin smiled as he tasted the sugar that had his mother had put in.
Pippin was now very tied and very ready for bed. This was more then what could be said for Diamond. For she was holding a very unhappy baby.
"Faramir, what's up?" she asked, looking down.
Her blue eyes could be seen looking right back up at her. For Faramir had inherited them.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, continuing to pace around the room.
Faramir gave no hint to what he wanted. Tiredness seemed to grow as Diamond stood there.
"Come on, lets get you some milk" she said.
Diamond smiled as she opened the door and walked into the quiet corridor that wound through the hill. The kitchen was dark, but had a welcoming warmth and glow.
The heath was still flicking with the dying flames. More wood was needed. Diamond smiled as, with her free hand, she started to feed wood into the flames.
Before long, thick black smoke was fluttering up the chimney to the dark, cold outside world. The flames slowly grew higher and more intense as the wood started to burn.
Diamond now had a problem. The next part needed two hands. Which ever way Diamond looked at it, she did not have another free hand.
"Looks like I'm going to have to put you back in your cot, sweetie"
Diamond hated having to walk back. she needed and wanted her son to stop crying. But, for the moment, he would just have to cry.
"I'll be back in a minute, my precious baby" she said.
Faramir seemed to cry even harder as Diamond walked away. The few minutes that past felting like hours for the baby. His crying echoed down the corridor as Diamond warmed up some milk.
"I'm coming Fara-moo" she said, walking back down to her room.
Warm milk had now been poured into his glass bottle. A wooden top had been screwed on. It had two small hole at the top.
The bottle was placed on the bed side table. Faramir was carefully picked up, his little hands had managed to find a way out of the warm blanket. But that was easily fixed as diamond tucked them in again.
The lounge was warm and stuff. Perfect for getting little Faramir back to sleep. The sound of a ticking clock and crackles of the fire were the only things that Diamond could hear.
Diamond slowly and carefully sat down. Her son still whimpered, but he had calmed down a lot. Faramir suckled on the bottle. Diamond knew that he would finish every last drop of milk.
"Good boy" she said, smiling down at him.
Faramir's tantrum had subsided. His eyes started to become heavy, mainly due to the warmth of the blanket around him and the large drink of milk he had just drank.
Diamond watched as his little eyes shut. A few minutes later, Diamond rose from her seat. Faramir remained asleep on the small journey back to the room.
Diamond kissed her baby, now noticeably growing by the day, on the forehead. Faramir did not wake up as he was lowered into his cot.
His mother stood there, looking down at him.
"Good night, my precious baby" she said.
The door was left ajar so that Diamond could here his cries if he was to wake. Diamond smiled as she walked to the kitchen. The house was very quiet as she made herself a large, sugary cut of tea.
Diamond smiled as she walked back to the lounge. The mug of tea was placed down, but the hobbit did not sit just yet. Instead, she went to the book case and slid out a book.
This book had been the source of Diamond's escape. She smiled and saw a small bit of parchment was sticking out of the top. This was where Diamond had read up to and to not lose her place.
Diamond could finally relax as the clock chimed ten times.
"A little read and then bed I think" she told herself.
The pages were flicked through until the book mark came into view. Diamond made herself a little bit more comfortable and began.
Meanwhile, little Origo was fast asleep. Like Faramir, he was bundled up in a warm blanket. Mya was now descending a very dark, very narrow slope. The coldness around her seemed to deepen. Not only due to Ivy's magic wearing off, but due to the valley she was diving into.
In the distance, waterfalls fell to earth. There were no lights to be seen. But this did not mean that the valley was uninhabited. Two elves were sitting on a long table.
"I told you that we would be needed" said Elrohir, looking back around,
In the distance, the lone figure of Mya could be seen. A green dot followed her down the winding path. The roar of the waterfalls grew louder as Mya walked down.
"I see something" Ivy said, stopping.
Mya could see nothing but darkness. She could only see the shrubbery only a few meters ahead. Ivy knew that Mya would have found it scary to walk on the path she was. On one side was a large, ragged mountain. On the left was a sheer drop.
Elrohir walked silently and steadily over the slippery rocks. Ivy stopped in midair while Mya walked on, unable to see what was coming ahead.
"Mya, someone is coming"
But, Mya was not as surprised as Ivy thought she would be.
"It is good to see you again" said the man.
Ivy tilted her head. Her green light glinted in Elrohir's eyes.
"And you" Mya said.
Elrohir smiled as his eyes slipped past Mya and fell on Ivy. A small smile came over his lips. Ivy knew that he could see her.
Mya looked around as well. Luckily, Origo had remained asleep. The two beings and the fairy journeyed onwards. Mya and Elrohir reached some buildings. Ivy had never seen buildings like these before.
They were unlike the houses of men, dwarves or even hobbits. For those houses had windows and fires. The Elven homes did not.
Ivy stopped at the first building. She expected to see and touch cold glass. But there was none. The little fairy almost fell through.
"That is strange" she thought.
A few seconds later, she realised that she was being left behind. Her little wings propelled her through the cold air. Mya and the strange, taller man walked into a building.
"We have not see your type in hundreds of years" Elrohir said, sounding just like his father.
"We keep ourselves to ourselves" Mya said.
There was a large table in the room. Mya looked down at the pup and placed him on the table. Origo gave a small whimper and curled up. Mya smiled as she took of her old looking pack.
The pack was from an old house, one that Mya had stayed in for just a short time. A few times, Mya had thought back to the time she had spent with the old gentleman.
"What brings you to Rivendell?" another voice asked.
Elladan had been watching them from afar. Ivy noticed a startling resemblance between the second elf and the first. It did not take long to put two and two together and come up with the conclusion that they were brothers.
Origo was now back in Mya's arms and still snoozing.
"We're here because of him" Mya answered, looking down at the pup.
Origo gave a yawn and a small whimper. He would soon wake to a very different world. His little eyes started to open. He could hear voices.
One he knew, the others he did not.
"And where are you heading?" Elladan asked, gracefully walked over to his seat.
Mya took a deep breath and looked down at the pup. Origo's little eyes slowly opened. It took him a minute or two to realise that he was inside.
He gave a small whimper and looked around.
"Where are we?" he asked.
Mya smiled.
"I'm glad to see you awake" she said, smiling down.
Ivy was standing on the table. She was still pondering over the two beings that sat before her.
"But, how does Mya know them?" she asked.
"We are heading to Radagast, me and Origo" she answered.
Origo's curiosity got to him. He turned his head to see two new figures seated on the other side of the table. Origo did not know it, but he had seen them before.
"Who are they?" he whimpered, looking up at Mya.
Mya smiled and tickled one of his fluffy ears.
"I guess we could get you some" Mya answered.
It was now Ivy's turn to do her thing. The little puppy was too tired to notice that a large plate of turkey had appeared behind him.
"Puppy, I have something for you" Mya said, unwrapping him.
Origo did not have to be told what it was that Mya had. For his little wet nose had picked up the scent straight away. Tiredness seemed to just fall away as Origo was placed on the table.
Elladan and Elrohir were used to the puppy being around. But Origo was not used to them.
"Radagast is a long way, which path will you choose?" Elrohir asked, quizzing her choices.
Mya thought for a moment. She had been all over these lands and knew the fastest way to get over the Misty Mountains.
"I will take the high pass" she answered.
Both Elladan and Elrohir did not like the sound of this.
"The high pass is very dangerous at this time of year, do you think it wise for you to go that way?" Elrohir asked.
Mya knew that there was no other way to get to Radagast on the other side.
"There is no other way, the Gap of Rohan is too far away" she explained.
Elladan knew that Mya would not make it by herself, even though they had a fairy to look after them.
"Many things may and will go wrong" Elrohir told her.
"This time of year is dangerous, even ain the summer months, the mountain pass is treacherous"
Mya took a deep breath and looked down at the puppy. Origo was now looking up at her, having been listening to the conversation for about a minute.
The plate had been stripped of any evidence of turkey ever being on it.
"Good boy" Mya said, placing a large hand on his small fluffy head.
Origo gave a little whimper and looked up. Mya knew that it was a risk taking the high pass, but she had to do it. a lot of people were counting on her to get this done. Some of them did not even know that she was helping.
Diamond and Pimpernel were safely nested in Hobbiton, having no idea that their beloved puppies were talking to elves.
"I think it's time for the puppy to go to bed" Mya said.
Elladan and Elrohir knew that they had travelled for many days. The hospitality of Elves was matched the hospitality of the Dwarves and of hobbits.
Elladan led Mya, Origo and Ivy to a bedroom. Like all buildings in Rivendell, there were no panes of glass to keep the coldness out.
Elladan led Origo, Ivy and Mya towards the only place where Rivendell had a bed.
"You will rest here tonight" Elladan said.
With another word or for Mya to have a chance to say thank you, Elladan walked away. Ivy watched as the elf vanished into the curtain that was night.
Origo was now shivering. Ivy's warmth had slipped away, letting the coldness in. The puppy whimpered as he was placed on the bed. Mya looked down to see the pup standing on his blanket.
"I know, puppy, I'm tired too"
Ivy landed softly on the bed.
"I'm cold and I'm sleepy" Origo whined, looking very sorry for himself.
Ivy's heart melted. Her green light glinted in his tired eyes. Mya smiled as she picked up Origo. The puppy now had warmth circulating his little fluffy self. For, a few seconds, Mya tickled his ears.
Ivy's magic did not only take effect on Ori, but on Mya as well.
"Are you ready?" Mya asked, wrapping the blanket around him.
Origo gave a small whimper to let Mya know he was. Mya smiled as she drew back the large duvet and slid inside. Ivy smiled as Mya drew the duvet over her. Mya gave a smile as she stared at the ceiling. Hunger was getting to her.
"Why didn't I eat?" she asked herself.
Ivy could not been seen. She was curled up next to Origo. The duvet was lifted just a tad. Mya smiled as she saw a little ball of green light near to the puppy.
Origo was in too deeper sleep to realise or even hear the conversation that they were having. A large loaf of bread had been produced.
"Thank you" Mya whispered.
Ivy smiled.
"You best eat up and get some sleep, I expect we'll be moving out tomorrow"
But Mya had other plans.
"I thought that we could stay here for a few days, I need some proper rest"
Ivy smiled, she liked this idea. After all, Mya was the one in change, Ivy was just a tool to help them get to where they needed get.