finnvi

“This way, please don’t fall behind!” Marganil tried to keep the smile on her face and her voice light; the little hobbit girl was quiet in his grasp, as if trying to meld into nonexistence.

“Well, then we will find her!” Marganil volunteered their time, causing Finnvi to pinch her in the ribs. The hunter was closed off again, as all the way that this little quest could go wrong flashed through her mind.

Sometimes, life leads you in unexpected places. 
Sometimes, life brings you close to people, people who seem fascinating. You get closer to them, eager to meet them, to see who they are, thirsty for the warmth and light they have to offer.

Marganil's trail of thoughts was interrupted by a small squirrel. It hoped between the tree branches, pausing only momentarily to observe her. 

Finnvi was laying in wait when the rich man finally rounded the corner. She could hear the coins in his purse jingling and clinking together even from her seat on the roof, and wondered if they would feel as warm as the stone in her hand.