#idris thread

[tospeakofus]

halflingsof-theshire

"Good gracious, now what in Arda do I have here?" Idris murmured, her voice soft and curious so as not to startle the Hobbit she'd almost (literally) just stumbled across. She'd of course known her smial had boasted one of the larger gardens in the Shire (in hopes for the future), but she'd never thought it large enough to offer her quite this sort of surprise.

Perhaps she should have put on that pot of tea.

[tospeakofus]

Hazy Days | Open Starter

Well, it wasn't as if she had anything better to do, Idris idly thought, her chin propped in one hand while the other rested in her lap, still cradling a baking mitt. She wasn't staring at anything in particular, only daydreaming just a bit while she waited for the biscuits to finish baking. She'd left the door to her smial wide-open, letting the warm summer air drift in from the Shire, and it had been so nice she'd been half temped to doze right there at the table. But it wouldn't do to burn the biscuits, so instead she waited.

Perhaps she would take a cozy nap after tea time.