OCC: Ok, this isn't the same Sofya as in Holiday in the Sun. I based that character on this chracter
All was normal in the inn. It had been a while since she had been here. Sofiya had considered adventure, but realised she had friends here now.
"Pio," said the young Elf. "How are you doing?" Sofiya's grey eyes looked in amazement at how much Pio's belly had grown.
"I'm fine thankyou." replied the elf. "Would you like a free ale?" Pio grabbed a mug and moved towards the ale 'tap'.
"Oh, no thiankyou Pio." said Sofiya quickly to save Pio the trouble of having an ale with no one to drink it. "I just come here to listen to stories and make friends." Pio smiled and Sofiya walked towards a vacant table. She had no tales to tell, but maybe she could sing...
I've dreamt of traveling near and far,
but nowhere has my dream led.
Maybe one day I'll travel somewhere,
but now I'll stay and make some friends.
Some nearby people, mostly hobbits, loeked towards where the pretty voice came from. Sofiya didn't realise she could sing so well. The people liked it. Sofiya knew not to get on the wrong side of a crowd, so she kept singing.
Good people hear my tale of woe,
My family sailed to valar.
But I would not leave this land of joy,
For it is so beautiful and wonderful.
One day, I'll leave,
But I wont leave yet.
For friends I've made, no friends I had,
Good hobbits hear my tale.
Sofiya had never before realised how much she liked singing. Maybe she would continue later if someone asked her to.
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