The forest Rivun was a much coveted place. Everyone loved the idea of endless trees producing fruit, fruit everywhere and no insects. It was in some terms paradise, but in others not so much. Paradise was shared, of course, and orcs did not get along with humans, nor trolls with elves.
This day found four travelers on their way to the forest. It was night time and they lay down to rest.
Travis called across the flames where Lindsay lay parallel to him. "Hey Lindsay, can I have a cream tart?"
Lindsay finished her mouthful before replying, "You have plenty of food Travis."
But he wouldn't take no for an answer, "How about if I shared some of my grape juice with you?"
Lindsay turned over and ignored him. Clyde spoke up from behind him. "Hate to say it Travis but she'll probably be mad at you for what you did for a while. Do you remember what you did?"
Travis flipped over. "Nope, can't say I do."
Clyde remembered all to well, though he had to bite back laughter. They were at her house when he came over, drunk, and sang, "The manual to women." Out loud embarassing her.
Clyde's wife, Sonya, happened to be awake. She looked over her husbands back to Travis and gave her summation, "Why don't you give her a day to herself and then ask her what's wrong? Sometimes we just need space."
Having not much to say to her Travis nodded once and turned over to sleep. Clyde turned over and smiled at her. She kissed him and laid down for sleep.
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