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(( open RP, warning: my english may sound odd ))

Niya woke up then the sun showed up in the east over the city walls very early.
Still feeling sleepy she opend one eye, then the other one. The first thing she saw this morning was the wall of her tree house. 'Floor...', this word comes to her mind then seeing the wooden structure.
Niya jumped, hitting her head on the wooden roof. "Au ... niya hurt..."
While looking around and rubbing her head Niya remebered the events of the last day, the construction of the tree house by Gurk and Byrhar. The young elfess giggled happily, and a few moments later she could be seen climbing down the old eldan-tree in front of the tavern 'Fluffy Sheep'.

Gurk sits at the bar when he is not on a hunt often protectivly keeping one eye on the treehouse and the other on Niya.
He finishes his pint after a hard days work, flips a small pouch of coppers on Borgate's bar and makes himself confortable in the storage room. Gurk doesnt sleep very often keeping his lizardlike ears open for Niya callng his name.

Niya walked around the meadow in front of the 'Fluffy Sheep' Tavern, looking at small insects, birds in the trees and flowers grwoing inside the city.
Then out of a sudden inspiration, she took the small harp from her bag, sat down on the stoneway connecting the market and the tavern, for it was not as wet as the meadow covered with morning dew. Niya pulled the strings with a happy expression and a horrible sound filled the air.
'Bääh' said the child to herself and tried again to play some nice tunes on the harp.
Not everyone might have considered the results as a melodie, but Niya was very content with her next tries, calling it: 'Nice melodie.'.