Mirabell Baggins stepped into the Green Dragon and threw back her hood, revealing chestnut-brown hair and green eyes. She glanced around the Inn, taking in the people chatting at tables. One hobbit was sitting with a guitar, plucking at the strings. Mirabell smiled. Oh, the good old Dragon! she thought, and made her way over to the bar.
"Cup of tea, please. No, that will be all. Thank you very much." Mirabell turned around on her chair to survey the scene in the Inn. Like before, people were chatting and laughing. The hobbit with the guitar had finished playing and was now beaming at a young hobbit lass. Mirabell sipped her tea and smiled in contentment as the hot liquid flowed down her throat, warming her belly.
"It is so dull to sit by oneself in such a warm and homey place," she murmured. "But I don't want to intrude on anyone's conversations. Ah, well, as Tico says...let the sparrow fly and see where the breeze takes it."
Last edited by Mad Baggins; 03-12-2004 at 08:14 PM.
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