What
Clary Smallburrow offers to paint a picture of Filby.

Who
Clary Smallburrow (#16920).....herself
Filby Pott (#29051)............himself
Michel Delving
Michel Delving -- chief township and capital of the Shire. The town is a network of snaking streets and doorways which lead to shops or homes lining the streets. The smials of this town are slightly unique, due to the fact that they burrowed into the White Downs; the silvery rooftops contrast the verdant green found elsewhere in the Shire. The streets here are paved with cobblestones, closely fitted together and smooth beneath your feet.

Directly in the center of town is a free-standing edifice known as the Mathom-House, a circular construct with a conical thatched ceiling arching upwards. Next to the gates leading to the Great East Road, a hobbit with a feathered cap sits outside a sturdy looking smial entitled "The Shirriff House," seemingly monitoring traffic through the gates. Also noticeable is the large Delving Inn with a blackened oak doorway with brass fittings. A stonesthrow away, sandwiched between two cheery-looking homes, is a stately looking structure. Though burrowed into the Hillside on the east side of town, much of the burrow has been covered over by a wooden facade. Flowerboxes and a terrace enclosed by a white picket fence mark the Town Hole as one of the best-kept smials in town. Due to the several distinguished looking smials, this appears to be the nucleus of Michel Delving. The plethora of buildings here marks this community as the most populated and prosperous of Shire towns. Hobbits are wandering through the streets attending to business, and some pass back and forth through the gates to the north. Michel Delving smells fresh and clean, and a jumble of colorful flowers sprawl into the crowded streets, having grown beautifully in their respective gardens.
Contents:
Clary
Obvious exits:
The Mathom-House, Shirriff House, Town Hole, The Delving Inn, West, South, and North

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RL (Arizona) time is Wed Jan 03 13:29:36 2001 (+time).
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IC time is about 9 AM on Thursday Rethe (March) 20, 1422 S.R.
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IC Weather Conditions
It is cool and fresh on this Rethe day.
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She takes a deep breath as soon as she has set a foot outside the inn, holding it for a moment, eyes closed, while enjoying the smell of early morning. Softly Clary lets go and her eyes open to meet with the warm colors of the early sun and another deep breath to contrast the morning freshness with it. Finally she closes the door of the Inn and looks at the older hobbit, "Good mornin' sir," she says, taking another gulp of fresh air, "such a lovely mornin," she adds with a smile, "don't you think so?"

"Eh?" mutters Filby as he stands outside the inn. "What is it? You'll have to speak up, my hearing isn't what it used -- oh, the morning, yes. Just fine, thank you madam." He coughs, his breath coming as a faint steam in the crisp air. "Yes, just fine."

Clary briefly pauses fiddling with the straps of her backpack and looks at the old hobbit with a warm smile, emit "My, tis a wonderfull day to go out and explore the countryside. Maybe find a few nice spots for a painting. That is what I said to me self. Would you care to join me for a nice walk?"

"Oh no, that's perfectly all right," says Filby in a low, enunciated tone. "I'm perfectly content here in town, thank you very much." He removes a top hat from his head and rubs his balding scalp. "A little too cold for my tastes anyway." He places his hat back on his head and buttons a few coat buttons.

Clary smiles, "Aye, it is still a bit cold." She frowns briefly and her eyes wander of momentarily, just to return to study the old hobbit's face. She then smiles, "I wasn't all honest there, about the nice walk and such. I really wanted you to come along so as that I could, hem, well you have a beatifull face, you know. And hands too..." she adds, studying them as she continues, "for a portrait."

"A beautiful face?" puffs Filby, scowling. "Hands? Why of all the foolish things to say to a married hobbit of -- did you say portrait?" The old hobbit brightens up immediately. "Well then, by all means... I've always wanted to see my visage immortalised..." He muses to himself, grinning like a cat.

Seeing what appears to be his consent, Clary lights up, "Yay", she exclaims briefly and somwhat high pitched. "Lets go find a nice spot then, maybe a bench near the marketplace, or something.", she almost dances past him towards Honeysuckle Street. "Follow me," she says, turning back for a moment, the sun glowing from her cheeks.

"Oh... oh, you mean... right now?" asks the aged halfling confusedly. "Well... I don't believe I have enough time for that, I'm sorry." He pulls a pocketwatch from his coat and opens it. "There, you see? Not enough time." Filby closes the watch and places it back in his pocket.

She stops her frisky dance and looks at the old hobbit, "Oh" she says softly, slightly titling her head, then laughs, "Maybe you should get you self a bigger watch so that there would fit more time onto it".

Filby chuckles. "Hah, yes... well then..." he shuffles nervously, "well, I'd best be off now, in fact. It's been a pleasure speaking to you... good-bye..." He walks quickly past Clary and into the Delving Inn.