The morning dawned at what was that same time, every day but it seemed to come early that day.
S'jira had woken in the middle of the night with a bit of a start to find she had fallen alseep on the couch hearthside the night before. There had been nothing at her door when she had gone to bed, but as she opened it and stepped through the door's way, the gift was there.
Wrapped in a bow and a note upon it. There were even arrows! For anyone in the hall's way or in their rooms that might have been near enough their own doors to have heard it, she laughed. How unexpected it was, and far smaller than the very tall, Elven longbow that had been found a day or so before. This one was manageable even by one as short as she was!
The note was looked to and eyes sought the words on its pages, taking each in with a bigger smile. The bow and its arrows proved to be from a friend and it was for her, indeed.
She eased a bit more. The months, years had not been good at times...and quite wonderful in other moments. This was a wonderful one. 'jira would have to think of what to get him so that he would have a gift as well.
For then, she carefully took the gifts and put them into the room she kept at the inn when it was too late to walk or ride all of the way home. Then she closed and locked the door well before hurrying off for the docks to help the fishermen and the others who worked the docks.
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S'jira had woken in the middle of the night with a bit of a start to find she had fallen alseep on the couch hearthside the night before. There had been nothing at her door when she had gone to bed, but as she opened it and stepped through the door's way, the gift was there.
Wrapped in a bow and a note upon it. There were even arrows! For anyone in the hall's way or in their rooms that might have been near enough their own doors to have heard it, she laughed. How unexpected it was, and far smaller than the very tall, Elven longbow that had been found a day or so before. This one was manageable even by one as short as she was!
The note was looked to and eyes sought the words on its pages, taking each in with a bigger smile. The bow and its arrows proved to be from a friend and it was for her, indeed.
She eased a bit more. The months, years had not been good at times...and quite wonderful in other moments. This was a wonderful one. 'jira would have to think of what to get him so that he would have a gift as well.
For then, she carefully took the gifts and put them into the room she kept at the inn when it was too late to walk or ride all of the way home. Then she closed and locked the door well before hurrying off for the docks to help the fishermen and the others who worked the docks.
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