*Wakes up to see twitter's attempt at a new layout and yelps so loud, she spooks the chickens outside.* Oh! What a horrid thing! This won't do, oh no, not at all! *closes the curtains till things return to normal.*
@TheBeastOfArnor « off the Ranger’s head.
A few seconds later… “That was easy - CATCH ME.” She announced. Then, following the plum, out came the Hobbit - willy nilly dropping herself out of the tree.
#OpenStarter “No, no, no, noooooo!!!!” Her voice, having started out at a regular volume was soon reeling higher and higher in pitch as she plummeted back to earth, snapping branches along her way down. A series of grunts, and squeaks and a cascade of »
@TheBeastOfArnor « support even a petite Hobbit such as herself.
Before long she was quite gone from sight, meshing easily into the foliage above, sending an occasional leaf or two fluttering down.
A few moments passed by when a plum dropped and bounced »
@FiDurin « abrupt halt however, having spied mushrooms on her way past. “Ah!” Never one to miss an opportunity, she reached down and snatched up the lot and she kept running.
@FiDurin « near everything is almost always in season.” She winked, before she glanced over his shoulder. “He’s coming, hurry!”
And with that she had rushed off again towards the edge of the garden and straight into the corn fields beyond. She made an »
@TheBeastOfArnor « returning to the tree she'd only moments before dropped from. Jumping up, she caught the lowest hanging branch and lifted her legs up, readying for a second climb. "Just getting a spot of breakfast."
@TheBeastOfArnor « man's question of concern merely drew a raised brow from the young lass. Clearly, she'd already dismissed or forgotten the cut on her lip and the scrap on her cheek.
"Oh, I'm quite well!" She said without missing a beat, already »