Bugger!
The child sized glove dangled from her fingertips, the stitches worked tightly in a soft yellow dyed yarn. It wasn't finished, but it was clearly very, very wrong. Even she knew hobbits did not have six fingers on their hand. She knew the problem, apart from the fact that hobbits did indeed have five fingers, the problem was that she had far too much on her mind.
It wasn't all bad, infact very little. Her business thrived but had branched out in so many different directions that it made her head spin at times. Things were selling well, coin was good, not good enough to leave her lodgings yet but she was on the right path. She'd decided where she was going to set up a stall, and although not the best at these things, was halfway through making a notice to advertise her new venture. Although she would be selling many new products, she didn't abandon her oddities. No one had taken Cecil the Squirrel into their heart yet, and the horn claimed to be used in the Battle of the Gladden Fields, currently stood upturned with a long stemmed flower stuck out of the mouth piece.
Thadirin and Wisterhya she missed greatly. She didn't have many she would call friends, most she knew were customers, but these two became more. Many thoughts were of a colourful imagination trying to picture a gathering of hobbits around a sumptuous table, over flowing with food and drink, yet in fierce negotiation, Thadirin all the while trying not to either laugh at them or fall asleep. She wanted to know everything on their return, how the hat pin was appreciated, if they had trouble on the road, above all if it was a successful trip. She had news of her own.
Calum had kept her company more, and more. She liked it, and she missed it when it was gone. He encouraged her work, supported her ambition, became bolder by the day. What began as a brief kiss goodnight, was now days later, supported with the suggestion from him that they should raise farm animals. He spoke of the future and when questioned, never corrected himself. She did not know what her friends would think, especially Thadirin. She could imagine though. Wisterhya would likely instruct her on what she should and should not be doing, her book made it clear her opinion on things but she expected it to come from her fair lips too, Thadirin, dense of mind, would likely glare a bit, though as Calum had said, likely venture to offer breaking the mans legs should he hurt her. There was an unresolved matter with her friend, and she tried not to think too much on it. It made her confused.
Slowly she unravelled the yarn. What puzzled her most about her knitting was that the other completed glove had five fingers! Thankfully she was quick and quite skilled with the needles, and so her work continued with a hurried click clacking of wood, the new glove soon taking form.
