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[the real findorfin]

It had to be said that Fin was very tired. He had never know it before (he had been known to go for weeks without any sleep) but this party was different. He assumed it must have been something to do with the copious amounts of Mudwater he had consumed.

He was now sat, his head resting on Sophia's shoulder, the material of her dress comforting. He had grown used to having her around in the last couple of days.

"Don't fall asleep now!" she chided, as the singing thankfully finished.
"How can I with that," he replied.
"The singing..?"
"No, your beautiful face starring at me."
Sophia shook her head, grinning. He never stopped!

Fin sat up as he saw Chicken finally enter the hall. He was mute again (he must have sobered up) and sauntered down the isle until he reached their row. He squeezed past Alatariel and prompty hopped up and sat on Thoriel's lap before she could refuse.
She starred at him for a second in disbelief, but then she smiled and absently played with his feathers, listening to the speaker once again.

Fin returned his head to Sophia's shoulder and dozed as her voice (aimed at Annun) drifted by him. His arm rested on hers and he felt warm and cozy.

Where's the flirt gone? asked his inner voice, sarcastically.
Shutup! Fin replied and happily cuddled Sophia.

[ May 05, 2003: Message edited by: the real findorfin ]