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The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien
'He had been underground a long long time, and was forgetting this sort of thing.'
Pitch often went out to explore areas that appealed to him. Mostly, they consisted of ‘haunted’ areas but this time he sought out a place to calm his mind. A place in the mountains where a storm raged. He was always drawn to storms, the worse the better but it’s been too long since the last one he stood in. Too long. What did the rain smell like? What did it feel like on his skin? He had been underground a long long time, and was forgetting this sort of thing.
He felt the presence of another spirit more than saw when he got there by his shadows. Pitch clasped his hands behind his back and didn’t bother turning to face this unknown person.
"Going to try and stab me in the back, hmm? I rather you face me if you’re going to attack. Otherwise, leave me. Your presence isn’t wanted nor needed."
It had been one of the few times, where Ebony had not been out to gather supplies for her crafts. Rather, she had gone to find a place, where she could settle and paint a landscape and this time she just felt in the mood for being in the mountains.
It had started out well at first. She had gotten a nice sketch made and moved on to painting from there, and had found a peaceful fascination in following the cover of clouds that were hovering above some of the mountain peaks…
And then the storm had snuck up on her. With the wind being as tumultous as it was, it would be impossible to travel with her equipment that way, and there was no sunlight of any kind like there had been this morning.
So here she was now, hiding under the outcrop of a rock to seek as much cover as she could, while the elements raged about her.
Needless to say, she was not in the mood to be accused of backstabbing anyone.
"Oh I would love nothing more than to leave, except my usual mode of transportation is quite impossible at the moment." Ebony spat. "And unlike you, I am not in the mood to be soaked to the skin."