ORIGIN

Arwen climbed up to the balcony that connected to her home, sighing softly as she saw leaves and stray debris covering it. She'd have to clean it all off.

She lifted up a branch with some magic and started to use it as a broom, thankful that it was coming easy to her since her tantrum a week or so before. That had been rather embarrassing. Leaves and smaller sticks and twigs were shoved off the edge of the platform.

It took a few minutes to reweave stray branches, but after a while, everything looked presentable.

Arwen retreated down into her den and grabbed as many furs as she could, but alas it wasn't enough. She hummed and tilted her head, directing her magic at one of the larger furs she had.

She lifted up the larger fur and made her way out and up to the balcony, getting to work carefully folding the furs into seats and spreading them on the ground to lounge upon. She stepped back and checked her handy work, humming softly.

"Now I can have tea parties," she said happily, "I'll invite the others maybe."

She went back into her den to plan.