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Willow
Willow breathed in the night air, relaxing now that she was out of the common room.
"What came over me?" she asked herself. "Why can I never go anywhere where someone would hear me play?"
She picked up her bow again, and gazed out into the evening. Not one to really truly party, she felt more at home where it was silent, though the party still sounded in the background.
She picked up her fiddle again, and ran the bow across the strings, and played a slow, haunting, and mournful melody, that echoed across the hills.
A song that she had known since childhood, and a song that fit with her feelings. When she finished, she felt better, and less scared, for reasons she did not understand.
But still she played, standing out under the faint moonlight, until all her fears had passed away.
"And that is that," she said, smiling. She walked back into the common room, for playing had made her thirsty.
Willow tucked her fiddle under her arm, and looked around for Aman, the innkeeper.
She noticed that the innkeeper was talking with some other people, but still she walked over, even though she hated to interupt other people's conversations. "Do you have any water here?" she asked.
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