The shire so peaceful, filled with interesting little houses and gardens. Mildwynn took a long walk through various trails leaving Bilberry behind along with her dagger, taking her time to wander aimlessly about. Everywhere she wandered she gained curious looks and friendly sometimes wary smiles. It wasnt till she came to a small farm she stopped a while, talking to a farmer there, he seemed in a hurry so she offered her help and in doing so her was able to slowly gain a little trust. She had spent many weeks now doing similar, exchanging work for knowledge and building up trust with people in various places around Combe and Bree, it was no different here, put in the work, her hands and body use to the long hours in return for things she could learn, connections she could make. Onserver, pay attention, details, so much to take in, it breath in all those things around her. As she labored away she considered her conversing with Silver the night before.
Silver and Mildwynn had talked for a long while, just the two of them, they had not done that before. It was good to be able to talk with her, she was becoming much more comfortable with her. They talked a little about creatures that could cause the dead to rise, she offered to research ways to stop that, rather than pulling bodies apart and dragging them out of the unhallowed grounds. Chances of coming across such areas again was always possible, so it was wise to be prepared, no one wants to have to do that to a fallen friend, and it was clear it had affected her badly and so Mildwynn wanted to make sure she never had to again. She voiced also her missing the others, there had been a disconnect of late, an inability to catch up with the others. Hope that here in the Shire there would be a chance to reconnect and catch up. Feeling bright and excited, the dance, her friends, a sense of moving forward.
From finishing in the field she helped the farmer move the hay to the barn, beginning to stack it. As she did they talked about the various plants he usually grew, and the animals he saw often around his farm that came onto his land. The herbs his wife grew in her garden, he seemed to be relaxing with her, laughing as he talked. Something about his laugh was so unlike Elias that it made her consider the last week. All the time spent with the patient she tended, and the recipes Elias had taught her. The book he had lent her. She had spent hours writing down so many recipes from it into a new book, her new treasure, she hadnt had time to learn them all, just transcribe them. Something to study over the next month. It had been a very long week, this hard work now was relaxing in its straining, punishing way. The pleasant, friendly chatter. She was going to feel it in the morning, but she had made a friend today.
