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[zeyla]

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Opening her eyes to the predawn light, finding the room chilly and the coals in the fireplace cold, Zeyla stretched languidly and rolled onto her stomach. With her head turned to face the window, her vision made out the pattern of rain trailing down the windowpanes. Another morning, another inn, another bed, she thought. Sometimes these thoughts left her feeling bitter, and other times free in an exhilarating way she couldn't quite define. The result this morning was a definite mix of those two sentiments.

As hard as she tried to deny it to herself, the reality was sometimes she really did get lonely for human companionship. Spending the days surrounded with the fauna of the lands was indeed her life's dream come true. But she knew that the longer she went avoiding the companionship of people, the harder it would be as she grew into her adult years. As it stood she was painfully aware of her lacking social skills, something that had proven itself just the night before when she ran into her friend over in Moonglow.

With a groan, Zeyla pulled the blanket over her head and tried to go back to sleep.
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