Hinura awoke as the sky grew lighter in the east with an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Today would be long and difficult, and having that irratable Elf among them improved no one's mood. As well, her sleep had been plagued with strange dreams that had faded from her memory upon opening her eyes, dreams that had left her feeling oddly drained and empty. She had had these before, and found it greatly frusterating when she could not precisely name the source of her spiritual fatigue.
Shaking her head, she sat up. Never mind, she thought. No use worrying over what is no longer. Reaching for her bag, she looked around at the rest of the company. She had slept a little ways off from most of the company, and those who were closer were already awake. She smiled wryly. After the day they had just had, few probably slept well, if at all. Taking out her harp, Hinura got up and moved further out of earshot so as not to disturb those who had been able to fall asleep. Sitting down agaist a great oak tree, she tuned the instrument as she had done every morning since her youth back in Midgewater, and began to play a slow, solemn tune.
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