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Applecider (as detailed in a letter to "River-Dell") makes quick work of some hastily-rescaled Elf patterns, modified to Hobbit flair, and whips up an illustration for some hapless Big Folk.
Their shouts were still piercing the night from more afar with each moment. The young huntress did not stop running until she reached the top of the slope even though the raiding party seemed to turn at the sight -and and promisse of arrows- of the guarded gate. It was close. This time the hunter became the hunt and not even in a fair one to one combat.
She sat alone with nothing in sight but darkness. Kim couldn’t move, couldn’t talk, she couldn’t do anything.
“You told me how terrible I was for leaving you and you left with no warning.”Edwin appeared right in front of her and said those words and before he disappeared he said one last thing.”Abandoned”
Kim sat in the middle of the forest feeling helpless. She felt so guilty she thought she may explode. Thoughts of everyone in her life filled her head as she sat there in silence. She thought of Egfor and his family. She thought of Cat and how much she missed how they used to be. She thought of her son and how she spent ages trying to convince him she wouldn't leave him and then she did just that, left him alone and helpless. Thoughts of Baylen ran through her head and how scared he must of been when he died.