archer-of-durin asked: Sentence-to-Drabble Meme: "Time is an illusion, lunchtime, doubly so."
"Time is an illusion, lunchtime, doubly so."
Glaring at her travel companion, the young redhead huffed slightly. She never did like wizards, not even Radaghast the Brown, and they were much more kindred spirits than the man before her. “We’ve hardly had a chance t’ sit and eat fer three days now!” The oft kindhearted woman snarled at him, around the bite of hard bread crust in her mouth. “If ye think I’ll be hoppin’ up and scurryin’ just yet, yer outta yer cotton covered head!”
Gandalf chuckled and leaned on his staff a little, looking at her. “You’ll likely change your tune in a few moments.” He had that infuriating look that meant he knew more than those around him.
Another chuckle, “Why yes, girl, it’s inevitable. I’m sure of it.” He secretly, or not so secretly, enjoyed poking fun at the young skinshifter. She wasn’t long on her own journey away from her people, and was setting out to see the elves. For an upstart herbalist, that wasn’t a bad idea. Gandalf had merely been passing by when they met, and offered to lead her the proper way.
Now she wondered if she hadn’t made a mistake. “And just what makes ye so sur—” She didn’t finish her sentence, as a boom of thunder pealed out. “Rain… it’s rain, isn’t it? I hate rain. Makes the clothes wet, the fur damp…” With an exasperated sigh, she got up and glared upward. “CAN’T I JUST EAT A LITTLE BIT!? BEFORE YE GO DUMPING RIVERS ON US AND TRYIN’ T’ DROWN US OUT!” She shook her petite fist at the sky and glared.
“Temper, temper.” Gandalf cautioned, “You’ll only make matters worse.”
Kettu thought to talk back to him, but caution got the wiser of her, and she quietly packed up her belongings again, and slung the bag over her shoulder, looking up at the tall wizard. “Well, lead th’ way, Old Man.”