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Durelin groaned. She felt sore all over, and it was awfully dark around. Then she realized she had yet to open her eyes. She didn't remember closing them, though. She opened them to a less dark darkness, with a light from somewhere nearby glowing faintly through some kind of veil. It was a white veil...she tried as hard as she could to think of where she might be. Well, of course she knew she was at a party. The party, actually, but where exactly she had gotten in the time of this party... The coming of night, along with a little excess ale, had been just enough to close her eyes, it seemed. And how? How? It had been such a little bit of ale...Too little, now that she thought about it.
Durelin was about get out from behind this white veil that separated her from the food and ale, when a loud bang made her jump. Which promptly caused her to hit her head on something hard just above her. A flash followed, lighting up the glowing white veil to a bright green. For a moment she sat and thought this through, and it took her only a moment to reach this conclusion: "Kalbang..."
Quickly scrambling out, she reached another conclusion: she had been under the table. She stood there a moment before quickly moving her head from side to side to see if anyone had seen her. She caught sight of the food behind her on the table, and promptly grabbed a taquito. While munching on it, another bang brought about another jump, and she bit her tongue. A strange noise escaped her mouth, coming from somewhere in her throat, and again she looked around to see if anyone was looking at her.
Durelin continued to eat her taquito, finally adjusted to the sound of the fireworks (for the most part...), and watched the show. She waited for her favorite type of firework, the ones that looked like willow trees, white with bursts that ran down to the ground, trailing long tails behind them. She applauded as this firework finally came, thinking of how the Downs never ceased to surprise her. They even had her favorite firework...and taquitos.
Letting out a great yawn, and feeling stronger the ache in her tongue, Durelin decided that it was time for her to go to bed before she found herself under another table. Knowing her luck, it would be the Barrow Wight's gift table.
"I'm just a gift to anyone..." she thought aloud, and followed it up with a laugh. She cracked herself up. Looking around once more to make sure no one had heard or seen, she gave a shrug of her shoulders and, taking a taquito on the road with her (she would later curse herself for not taking an ale), went to find her mule, singing as she went (and no longer caring if anyone heard or saw):
"Happy Birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
You live in a zoo,
You look like a monkey,
And you smell like one, too."
Happy birthday to the Barrow of monkeys!
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