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What?? What put where in the how now?
Haughtine had never so much as unrolled a sleeping bag on her own. And what in Merlin's beard did this have to do with little stones. Little stones that they were supposed to be studying. She put her bag on her seat (so it wouldn't get dirty, see) and got to searching for a tent. Finding one, she lifted it over her shoulder with visible difficulty and wandered off to the find some place to put it.
Before long the large, heavy tent was slightly dragging, and the child's hair had flopped into her line of vision giving her the look of an English sheepdog coming right for the shoreline of the 'river'.
"There!" She huffed out to no one in particular as she flopped the tent onto the ground. Maybe there was some kind of charm that caused it to self-pitch?? Merlin, could there be?? |