The neighing of horses coming from the stables woke Bird again, and she decided, rather reluctantly, that the day should now begin.
She sat up in bed, running her fingers through a tangled mess of hair, and considered her options. The inn had been a cozy respite for two days, but a restless part of her said it was time to move on, particularly since she was not officially a guest here.
But the gathering of the Rangers and the hints of trouble in the area made the idea of the road less than appealing. She had no idea what her traveling companions intended to do. She supposed she could team up with Holly, but a small human woman and a smaller hobbit lass would be no deterrent to waylayers or even darker forces that were hinted to be out there.
The wizard Gandalf and his road mates seemed capable of handling any threats on the Greenway, but she wondered what her reception would be after yesterday's confrontation over the shell game. Perhaps they would object to the idea of her traveling with them?
Not for the first time, Bird wished she could simply stay in crow form and fly to her destination...not that she had a destination. But crows did not have pockets, nor could they carry a haversack. And besides, there were always hawks.
"I wish I could just change into a Dunedain, on a fine, tall horse. No fears of traveling, then!" She giggled at the thought, and finally bounded out of bed. If she got downstairs in time, perhaps she would find a caravan that could be trusted.
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