[h3]Willow Watersong[/h3]

Willow woke up and stretched. She looked around her small cabin, happy to be in her own bed. Slowly, she got up and rubbed the last of sleep from her eyes as she crossed the room to the simple sink in the kitchen her cabin contained. She drank strait from the tap and splashed her face. 
"Good morning," she murmured at the window, putting on her usual clothes while smiling widely at the prospects of the new day in a safe place. Willow spent the rest of her morning time tidying up her cabin before exiting to tend to the few small bushes she had planted by her door.