“Goodnight mama”

With that and a kiss on the forehead, the waif left the clump of stack wrapped quilts. Fixing herself a small bowl of creamy Mac and cheese from old pasta her mother traded for and leftover Gouda from the tavern.

“Some people just don’t care what they throw away,” the halfling said nibbling on the raw cheese and sampling the oatmilk butter cheese concoction. She ate the plate late for her state was a plait with no mate.

Her room was warm and decorated with mossy picture frames of oil paintings she had done herself. A creature in a surrealist style oozing and melting humanoid looking creature, she called him Suey. Or the barrel cactus with the name plate “Keith.” She always found it endearing in a brutal industrial sort of way. A Molthuni sort of way, as they were want to come with guns and steel.

Unfastening her earrings and necklace she neatly sorted them in their respective boxes of ornate redwood. Tall trees that towered over the rest, further in the fangwood. When she was younger her mother had taken her there, to the fortress of the Rangers, Endorlith. Where a great stone fortress protruded from the earth much like a hobbit hole.

Remembering those times made her melancholy for her youth, and for her mothers youth. She wished that they could run together once more, but those days are past. Havilah will run alone….

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