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Folwren · 03-02-2006, 11:08 AM

The night had been long and merry, and Wren was completely worn out. She had eaten and danced and eaten and played with the children who’d come about and eaten some more. Tim kept up with her fairly well, but he knew that had they anyone really looking out for them Wren, if not also himself, would have been put to bed long ago. He wasn’t feeling tired yet, though, and continued to remain out with the main party. However, after some time of not seeing his sister, he began to wonder where she’d gone off to. He quietly got up to search for her and before long, found her curled up on a bench, just about asleep.

“Wren,” he said softly, shaking her by the shoulder. “Wren wake up.”

“Is it morning?” she asked, her eyes dull with sleep and her voice heavy with tiredness. She slowly lifted her eyelids. “Tim, it’s still night. Let me sleep.”

“Of course I’ll let you sleep, but not here. Come on. Let’s get you to the hay loft where we slept last night.”

“I don’t think so,” Wren replied with a cavernous yawn. She readjusted her hands under her head and closed her eyes. “I’ll just sleep here.”

Tim rolled his eyes, and took her by the arms and hauled her to her feet. “Come on,” he said, chuckling at her suddenly roused fiery look. “You’ll be much happier up there.” He hurried her through the people who were still about and towards the dark barn. She didn’t mind the blackness of the inside, for her eyes were too closed to see much anyway. Tim, having learned his way around quite well that day, navigated them both safely to the bottom of the ladder. He set Wren’s hands on it, and bent to whisper in her ear. “Now go along,” he told her. “I’ll be up sometime.”

“Oh, alright,” she replied, too tired to argue that if she had to go to bed, he should, too. “G’night, Tim.” And she slowly made her way up the ladder to the loft. There she crawled forward, prepared to drop down in the hay farther from the edge and sleep until way past morning light.

It was dark there, and she did not see the sleeping form of the girl in front of her until she had practically crawled on top of her leg’s. Mirelle moved slightly, startled, drawing herself up into a sitting position - and Wren screamed.

“It’s a ghost! Tiiim!” She shrieked again. There was no doubt that Wren was wide awake now.

03-02-2006, 11:08 AM	#2682
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	Mirelle is rudely awakened. The night had been long and merry, and Wren was completely worn out. She had eaten and danced and eaten and played with the children who’d come about and eaten some more. Tim kept up with her fairly well, but he knew that had they anyone really looking out for them Wren, if not also himself, would have been put to bed long ago. He wasn’t feeling tired yet, though, and continued to remain out with the main party. However, after some time of not seeing his sister, he began to wonder where she’d gone off to. He quietly got up to search for her and before long, found her curled up on a bench, just about asleep. “Wren,” he said softly, shaking her by the shoulder. “Wren wake up.” “Is it morning?” she asked, her eyes dull with sleep and her voice heavy with tiredness. She slowly lifted her eyelids. “Tim, it’s still night. Let me sleep.” “Of course I’ll let you sleep, but not here. Come on. Let’s get you to the hay loft where we slept last night.” “I don’t think so,” Wren replied with a cavernous yawn. She readjusted her hands under her head and closed her eyes. “I’ll just sleep here.” Tim rolled his eyes, and took her by the arms and hauled her to her feet. “Come on,” he said, chuckling at her suddenly roused fiery look. “You’ll be much happier up there.” He hurried her through the people who were still about and towards the dark barn. She didn’t mind the blackness of the inside, for her eyes were too closed to see much anyway. Tim, having learned his way around quite well that day, navigated them both safely to the bottom of the ladder. He set Wren’s hands on it, and bent to whisper in her ear. “Now go along,” he told her. “I’ll be up sometime.” “Oh, alright,” she replied, too tired to argue that if she had to go to bed, he should, too. “G’night, Tim.” And she slowly made her way up the ladder to the loft. There she crawled forward, prepared to drop down in the hay farther from the edge and sleep until way past morning light. It was dark there, and she did not see the sleeping form of the girl in front of her until she had practically crawled on top of her leg’s. Mirelle moved slightly, startled, drawing herself up into a sitting position - and Wren screamed. “It’s a ghost! Tiiim!” She shrieked again. There was no doubt that Wren was wide awake now.