12-09-2010, 05:55 AM
He smiled again and had a cookie himself. He watched Rosie crumble another piece of cake into her cup. "Bernicia is beautiful. I do not mean to be biased, many places in England are beautiful, but I would never leave Bernicia. And the autumn brings such gorgeous colors and a wonderful celebration of the year's harvest."
Rosie had stopped, setting her cup on the table. Her keen little pixie ears picked up footsteps and she watched the pathways between encampments to catch a glimpse of the traveler.
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