She remembered the words of the traveller, of how the people were welcoming and friendly. She took comfort in those words, yet she was still afraid to approach anyone. "No. This is not Sunberth. That Nyrrah is not you anymore, it's time to get some courage, and some sort of companion... It's not time to be alone anymore." She thought to herself some more on the subject. Maybe she should start by getting a job...
Nyrrah rose to her feet and put on her boots and cloak. She walked over to the door and wondered if she should go as her coyote form. "No... How can I communicate if I am coyote?" She took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped outside. She looked around the hallway for a brief second and then began walking in a random direction. Her nerves got to her and for a minute she began to miss the way she had been able to slink around in the shadows. She sighed and forced herself to walk on, in search of some place to socialize. It was high time she learned.
As she passed others in the hallway, she realized how much different she must look. Rough, mean... When her face wasn't set in a curious stare it was normally a scowl, something she had picked up her father.
(Sorry it's short, I'm at writer's block at the moment..
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