Willow
Lily had asked a question, something about the fire. Willow sighed, she was too tired to really think straight, the overly late nights had caught up with her. Slowly she got her bearings straight, and sipped at her tea. "I really don't know what happened," she answered, stirring her tea throughtfully. "I wasn't here, though I was in Hobbitton while they were rebuilding. So, I'm afraid I cannot answer that."
The girl sighed, and looked around. The rain had stopped, that much was sure, at the sun had peeked out from beneath the dark, and heavy clouds, though they still hovered at the edge of the horizon, threatening, and looming, a darkness ready to strike. It bothered her in a manner, though Willow was quite happy that the rain had receeded for the time.
She sat back from looking out of the Inn, and sighed. She was tired of being cooped up, though she would never let it show, not when she was as tired as she was, and yawned. For a moment, her eyelids threatened to fall shut on her, and Willow wouldn't've minded. No, not minded, but she was in an Inn, during mid afternoon. It wouldn't look good for her to be a-sleeping the day away.
Willow forced herself to smile through a yawn. "Yes, the fire was what the party was about, though," she answered to the earlier question. "T'was indeed."
She smiled, and quirked her head, as her sleepiness continued to work it's way up on her.
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