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Sorsha
He seems... different, somewhat. ~ Then smiles wryly to herself at the thought ~ What did I expect? People change. ~ She begins to arrange the twigs and wood tidily, her fingers moving deftly ~ Even I have a changed a little. ~ As she looks up, she catches Legolas' serious expression as he hands her more wood ~ He seems to have some plan in store for me.
She cannot be sure she likes this discovery. Sure, he must somehow mean well. Yet is this not an indication that he cannot accept her as she is? And a further yet... Why should he? I probably mean nothing to him, so I should not be bothered by his actions. ~ It is difficult to concentrate, but she manages to focus on her task.
Before long, a crackling fire is warming the cool air pleasantly and she stares into it, the flickering flames reflected in her azure blue eyes ~ I have done right, it seems. ~ Sensing the air of approval from the elf ~ Is he staying just to make sure I can stand on my own feet, before he leaves? ~ Indignation begins to creep into her aching heart ~ Well, I'll show him! One way or another...
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