The small woman(Waenturwean) sat back down in her seat and called the SMALL Hawk to her shoulder,While stroking the birds neck she thought to herself*What a queer sight all these people are,laughing and carring on,am I so differentyou that no one will talk and laugh with me?*
She decided to make her way to the InnKeeper to see if she could find a little something to eat,for she had not eaten for some time now.She only cared if Kit was hungry and rarely thought of herself.
She approached the bartender."Excuse me Sir you would not happen to have some fruit I could purchase?" The bartender told her to wait and he would see what they had in stock.
She sat contently by the bar and looked around,she saw a woman sitting not far from her.The woman glanced up and their eyes met, the woman smiled.Waen gave her a suspisious look*Why would this woman be taking an interest in me?*
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The red rose whispers of passion/And the white rose breathes of love/O,the red rose is a falcon/And the white rose is a dove/
But I send you a cream-white rosebud/With a flush on it's petal tips/For the love that is purest and sweet/Has a kiss of desire on the lips/
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