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"Hmm?" Willow shook her head sharply, to clear out the sudden mist that had taken over her mind. She glanced over at Mira, who was looking at her, with a question, or something in her eyes. She struggled to stand up, her tiredness not helping her in the least.
Trying to remember what had just been said, Willow rubbed her eyes. "Oh yes. A walk." She blinked hard, struggling to regain control over herself; her body pleading for nightfall to take her. "Yes, I think a walk would indeed be what I need," she replied.
Steadying herself by grabbing the table, Willow stood up, and stretched herself out, as she normally would when tired. Looking around the Inn, she noticed that they were not the only tired ones out there. Seemingly, night would have to fall quickly, for the slight rainfall hadn't done much for the tired folk around. "All right, Mira, Lily, let's go," she added, even in her state of tiredness, a sense of command taking in over her. She was, at times, a leader, though not all the time. More rightly, she was stubborn, and thick-headed. She wasn't about to let herself fall asleep there, not again. It was bad enough to drift off into a slight nap, but to actually fall asleep wasn't nice.
Willow led the way to the cloak room, knowing well enough that the other two hobbits would follow quick enough anyhow, as Mira had waken herself enough with another hot drink, and Lily was the least sleepy of the bunch anyhow.
She picked up her cloak, and pinned it around her shoulders, looking around for the others to follow her out the door, and into the cool mists that still hovered outdoors, though the clouds had cleared, and the rain was gone. The day had fallen into a shadowy mist, and through the sunlight, piercing rays would light the darkness, and highlight the shadows. Willow couldn't wait to see what the day would offer in the misty grounds of the Inn.
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