Giara did not go into Staddle for long this day. The hushed tones of the Hobbits was irritating and made her ears burn for she had a good idea what the buzz was about. She grunted in annoyance. The little whelps should be grateful. There were a few less goblins to worry about.
She conducted what business she needed to and left, not even stopping when one of the town's folk called out to her. Her strides quickly ate up the distance back to her campsite. She made sure that all was in order before leaving again. Her eye straying to the small grave behind one of the trees as she strode past.
Her mind then drifted back to the previous evening's visitor. He had tried so hard to give her a gift. A gift in which she only found sorrow and horror.
She let out a deep breath as she continued walking, eating up the ground with her long stride. Giara knew he had not meant to offend but still a part of her was angry at him for taking the life of the magnificent rabbit.
Her thoughts were confused as she slowed her pace and walked more carefully, looking for any signs of a family of coney in the area. Why did she not get angrier with him then. Why did it wait until after the night had grown cool for her to feel it burn inside her. An animal like growl rumbled in her chest. Maybe the eldest of her kin was right, maybe it was better for her kind to keep to themselves.
She paused in her search and looked up at the cloudless sky. And yet a part of her felt like this man needed someone to just be a friend. Her gaze strayed back to the grass and kept on with the task not quite certain she could be that for him.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she caught sight of a fluffy cottontail bound off and called after it in the speech of animals. It stopped and turned to face her, keeping it's distance, listenting to what she had to ask.
Giara's face fell a bit at the response. This one knew nothing of the rabbit her friend had brought her the night before but suggested that she try the next community further west.
She thanked it and moved on, her mind still toiling over the events of the past eve. As she continued on with her task, the sun slowly sinking lower with each community of rabbits giving her the same answer, Giara resolved to do her best with the growing friendship.
She smirked at herself for her kinsmen would not probably make this choice. Nor would they have been so calm and ,what she considered, polite about the poor buck that was now in a grave long before his prime was over. Admittedly she wasn't even quite sure why she was making the choice or why this man did not earn her ire as easily as many have.
The sun had long set once Giara came aware of herself again, standing in a field of grass. She would not return this night to her camp since her search had led her far on the otherside of Bree. She would spend it in the wilds drinking the cool, fresh air.
