from a fevered dream

[esmereldatook]

*bolts up in bed* Not the hatchet! *blinks* So dark, it's so dark in here. And they're coming for me. *climbs out of bed, tiptoes to door, opens it a crack* Silent, now, silent. *peeks out, hears snoring the droning of mysterious voices* They are out there, just waiting. *shivers, shuts door quietly* Gotta get out of here, can't wait for them to

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[othosb]

*walks up to prostrate figure*

Hey. You dere. *makes a little dig with his toe against man's/woman's side*

You know da way to Tighfield? I'm a little lost.

[esmereldatook]

*stirs, eyes open to stare at the big lug for a hobbit looming over her*

Tighfield? Yes, that sounds familiar *sits up gingerly* It's...um. *considers, draws a blank* I'm not quite sure which way it is, actually. Maybe it's that way? *gestures to her left*

[othosb]

*turns to the left* No, that's the way I came from. And I didn't see the sign for Tighfield. That's how I know.

*a sudden flash of recognition spikes into his brain*

Hey, it's YOU! Esmeralda Took. We had a discussion earlier this year about weapons!

*frowns* What are you doing on the ground? Gardening like Sam??

[esmereldatook]

No, your other left. No sign, hmm. Um, maybe it's that way? *points over her shoulder*

Is it? We did? Why, of course we did. I'm sure it was a lovely chat, too.

I, uh, am not sure. I think I may have fallen asleep. Maybe I was camping without any tent or sleeping bag? Do I garden? Do you garden...*realizes she cannot recall his name* ...as well?

[othosb]

My other left? *turns to his right* No sign dere. I know I'm lost now.

It WAS a lovely chat. We were shooting guns even. One of my favorite sports. You're a pretty good shot for a female. I wouldn't want to be on YOUR bad side.

*frowns again* This is a weird place to camp, right in your garden. But oh well. Hobbits love their gardens. I grow flowers sometimes. Or plant the seeds anyway. The flowers don't actually sprout. But I have hope.

Are you done gardening?

[esmereldatook]

That makes two of us.

I can shoot a gun? Cool! Well, that's all right, I'm sure you can improve your aim with some practice.

Maybe I was resting after gardening, and fell asleep. It's a lovely garden, wouldn't you say? I must be awfully good at gardening. I'd be happy to help you, if you'd like.

Um. I don't remember. Yes. Want some company? I can help you look for that sign to Tighfield.

[othosb]

*tries to process all the different ideas being tossed about*

Well, we can't improve my aim and garden and look for a sign all at the same time. So we have to pick one.

*looks down at the ground* I think you finished gardening. And I don't have a gun with me for once. That leaves...*thinks*...only the last choice. Which was...*thinks again*...Come on....help me out here.

[esmereldatook]

*watches his wheels turning for several minutes, waits*

Garden, guns, Tighfield! We'll look for a sign. Or a path. It's a nice day for the start of a buddy/road trip movie a walk.

What's in Tighfield, if I may ask?

[othosb]

I read somewhere that a new bakery opened, one that carried special Austrian pastries. Reminds me of my childhood back in...now where was that place?

Oh yeah. In Sackville. Yes, That's where I grew up, Esmeralda. In the Village of Sacks. That's how you translate 'Sackville', in case you were wondering.

Why don't you get up so we can be on our way? *stands there watching her quizzically*

[esmereldatook]

Sackville? Sounds v marvelous. Tell me about this Village of Sacks, and your childhood.

*blinks* Yes, how silly of me. *gets up slowly and somewhat painfully* *wobbles a bit once standing* Ooh, my ass my head aches. *blinks, steadies herself* No, I'll be fine. Shall we?

[othosb]

Let's. Let's go, I mean. And I'll regale you with tales of the Village of Sacks.

*clears throat* My mother was a poor fisherman and my father stayed home to take care of the home...

*walks away from the garden and the window...heading to the right since he's pretty sure of the two roads that wasn't the one previously taken...*