[Maegaladiel]

Nahai pulled her cloak tighter around herself, now realizing how cold she was. Her stomach growled loudly, sounding rather like the growl of the she-bear form she sometimes chose to take on. It growled again, much louder. Now it sounded more like her uncle Beorn's bear cry. Well, more like his snoring, now that she thought about it. She chuckled, remembering the happy days spent in his house as a child. But then memories of the years before came flooding back, wiping the grin off of her fair face. If only her parents were still alive.

She forced those memories back into their dark hiding places, ordering a drink ("something hot") and a plate of whatever food the inn had ready at the moment. Shoving bread into her mouth ravenously, she looked around again.

Everyone seemed to be talking at once, happilly chatting with friends, talking of their pasts, or plotting amongst each other. Must be nice to have someone to confide in, she thought. This thought sparked new anger towards those who...stole her life. Robbed her of everything she cared for. Took away her family. When she found them, those murderers would regret ever messing with a shape shifter. She felt a bear growl building in her throat as she thought of them, and quickly changed it to a cough as several patrons turned to look at her. Whoops..heh heh. Red showing on her tanned cheeks, she turned back to her food.