The hobbits bustled about, tending to their daily chores. Prisca smiled pleasently and bid good morning to all she passed. There was nothing that could stem her excitment this morning. Prisca had grown ignorant to the disapproving stares that followed her way. By a hobbit's reckoning Prisca should be looking into settling down, but unfortunately that was the last thing on Prisca's mind. She wanted to enjoy life and live it to the fullest.

As Prisca rounded the corner she spotted Lovi loitering by the Brownlock's garden, a fresh apple in his hands. A smirk on his face. "Excuse me!" Prisca heard Saffron squeaking to him. Prisca stiffled a chuckle. "Pinching what does not belong to you again Lovi?" Prisca asked, coming to stand by Saffron. She smiled widely at Saffron.

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While Prisca walked oblivious to the incessant whispers and disapproving looks, it was all Drogo could do watch, with an apologetic expression upon his face. He rolled his eyes at his sister. When would she grow up? They came to Saffron Brownlock's place. "Hello," he said, attempting to add as much cheer into his voice as he could muster while wrenching his hand from his sisters grasp.

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((sorry I am super busy with exams, but I will try to post later today!!))

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