Finėwen turned to see people dancing around the room merrily, and that made her smile. Her heart felt joy once more, in which it felt it hadn't in a long time. She sipped at the ale, and couldn't see what Lumiel had disliked about it, and figured it must be elves that disliked the strong taste of it. Her stomach had a slight pain of hunger in it, and she decided to order some food.
After it was served to her and she had paid for it, she picked at it, watching what Lumiel had started. A few people calmed down after the ale was given away, but some still enjoyed the dancing, and all ordered their own ales anyways.
Finėwen ate all she could out of the plate, and left for her room. The sun had set, and it was now dark outside. Down the hall, she heard a few people talking in some of the rooms, but simply passed them by.
In her room, she set down her bag on a table. She noticed the blinds and window were closed, and the room seemed a bit stuffy.Opening it, a gust of wind blew in, and filled the room with fresh air.
The moon was now shining bright, a faint white glow. It was the same colour as the gown Finėwen had been wearing. She left the window opened, and continued to the bed that sat in the middle of the room. She lied down and tried to sleep, although it came uneasy to her.
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-Ever wonder whats beyond those trees?
-More trees.
'Poor ye. Ye're tied to someone who's been photographed trying to shave their hand... My condolences.'
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