[h2] Willow Watersong [/h2]
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The snapping finally came to a halt as she finished the elaborate rug. She pulled it off the loom and laid it on the floor, fixing the little mistakes with quick and exact movements. [i] This would be perfect for one of the rooms. [/i] Willow thought as she held up the completed and self-approved product, [i] No ones staying yet so it shouldn't be any trouble to just pop in and place it in a room[/i].
She bundled up the rug in her arms as best she could and walked out, closing the door behind her with much difficulty. She decided it wasn't worth it to lock it so she simply strode with confident steps towards the bed and breakfast. 
She slipped in quietly, not that she was trying to sneak around or anything, she just always felt the need to be quiet. Up the stairs she went and she went to the most unlikely room she could think of... the last room on the  left. The door was slightly cracked, but she thought nothing of it as she walked in and with a whipping motion, she laid the rug on the floor, not once stopping to notice [b] Clay [/b].